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bittybattybunny · 4 years ago

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I hope your not feeling down on your writing skills because I haven't caught up and commented on your latest releases. It's not you it's that I pick too many fanfics to follow and they all update a lot and I've been so busy and I've fallen behind on so many fics from various authors and sometimes my depression just makes me want to lie in bed all day doing nothing and it doesn't help I have to spend my limited spoons helping family everyday. I know these aren't good excuses, but I do sympathize with the lack of energy feeling at least. But your work really does bring a lot of joy to my life. It's so fun keeping up with your various AUs, and your latest one that features Kaya as Spider King has me really hyped because I want to learn more about Kaya, she's so fun! And Ruclipse is such a good comfort ship that just hits all the things I like seeing in a ship. You're so amazing and creative and it's awful that anyone would try to make you feel otherwise! Like your newest OC, Justin Tyme seems like such a lovable dumbass bastard. I love his wild, curly hair and his dapper outfit. I can't wait to see what dumb shit he gets himself into! I know this is really long and rambly, but I hope you know you have fans who genuinely love your work. I don't know if you're still thinking about that one comment you mentioned that got you really down, but honestly, fuck that guy. I don't know what they said but it must have been pure BS to have you doubting your hard earned art skills. I wish I could do more to prove you're awesome and that your fans really admire you, I just hope you don't stop sharing what you love because some rando was nasty for no good reason. Because we love what you do!

It's not like anyone one person nonny so please don't blame yourself. This has been an ongoing thing for a few months actually...

it's just a general thing over all lately like. I mentioned this in dm's with a friend but overall past few months I've had lower engagement overall with my works and it really does a number on my confidence. More so because like your latter point.

yes, I am still very much thinking about that one negative comment. Because that person also has the need to comment on other things and I even had a thing asking why I took a few weeks to update (when reality I posted to another ongoing fic and my TLC chapters are long chapters) and just the fact they could tear into a character (yes it was a comment on a character specifically and not even a main character it's a side character who has an important role for Snatcher's growth as a person down the line) then go saying "why didn't you update" when I posted a double update that week---

Like it lives in my head rent free and I want to literally cry because like the character is a focal in an upcoming chapter and I can't deal with another "why are they back" type thing. because "everyone finds them annoying"

And I'll be honest. it was Kaya. Like I've been trying to have fun with my BCU stuff with her as Spiderking because it's engaging for me and me and @/doodleimprovement even came up with a b-plot involving Kaya and Hattie trying to hook Nell and Marcus together and it's one of the best things as well as Kaya and Nell having a really good relationship.

but because of that one comment it makes me hesitant to do anything with Kaya despite she's one of my oldest ocs, my most thought out ocs and I adore her beyond anything. Like yes she's over powered and such and in TLC rn she comes off as a know it all, but upcoming chapters will show she's just a spacey kid who's trying to fit into a role others decided for her and isn't really as all mighty as she seems. Snatcher even ends up thinking of her as a little sister more than anything. Like fuck I'm even hesitant to share anything on her actual story despite how much work is in it. Like she's my favorite Oc (that's why shes my discord icon, and I'm pretty sure she's my twitter icon as well)

And like the points in the comment just. IDK they didn't fit to her, if anything the points are more suited to be shot at Eclipse.

Which is another thing I just get iffy on. I love RuClipse and everything with it. I love writing and drawing the dorks. But I'm now so afraid if Kaya could be attacked for only showing in a handful of chapters that don't even touch on who she is, when is someone going to finally tell me off on my wolf? who's going to tear into a character I pour a lot of personal shit into to try and comfort myself?

I use Ruclipse to deal with my own romantic heart, they are what I wish I could have so I love to write them, I hurt them but i like to make them happy in the end. Someone who can deal with your highs and lows. No ones perfect but you can still figure it out and love even the negative parts (I am a heavy romantic OTL)

he is in fact a lovable bastard. i have fun plans and he gives me an excuse for why Cel is so tired and having to be the brain cell and how she even wound up working with the time kids when she's so much older than they are. Currently I'm trying to think of how to use him and honestly I think he's gonna wind up hella comic relief fun guy who's just making a mess and do his own side story while Hat and Bow are busy in subcon----

thank you, I don't mind the rambly it kinda gave me a chance to get this off my chest... like I've typed this kinda response up time and time again and I always delete. I feel like I'm whining because I get upset but it's just, I spend so much time making things, I use all my spoons on either working or creating, I just want to know if it means anything but then negativity lives in my head because what's a functioning meat cube??? I try to stay positive but it's hard. Like another thing is Moon Guardian; the reason I haven't updated? because I have had someone bothering me about it. weekly I get asked about how I'm doing on it but it's not from a place of "want to read it" it's because I told them they couldn't post a certain thing until the chapter is done so it feels pressuring to constantly get asked because I feel the only reason they want to post is to boost their thing and I'm just the machine to boost it with my characters and comic.... like it feels they've taken the comic from me and it sucks because I have so many fun things planned. Like I accidentally went off on Nina about a thing with Alpine skyline and Eclipse as well as a thing with a Time Rift and a Jelly ghost.

Sorry kinda went off, just I've sat on this thought train since like early april. I've done my best to ignore it and just keep going but it's gotten really hard with the fact my health hasn't been really great. I've spent a lot of time lately bed bound because I just hurt so badly. if I'm not resting, I'm at my day job which is incredibly stressful rn as I only really work mornings and I see things that are being missed so then i report it and it still gets missed and i can't get it fixed after a point cuz we're back to full service and need the people so I can't nitpick but just.... I'm bitter okay like if I left this shit when I worked I would have gotten yelled at but now we just let it slide??? and this stresses me out which then causes my body to freak out because I'm stressed which puts me in more pain. and then like at work have people acting shocked I have my cane or soemthing and just skfdslkfksdf

so my energy is so tanked. and then the negative comment in my head, no idea if people like things cuz I have no idea if I hear nothing, just has had me doubting why post. Like I should go back to just not posting my stories and sketches or w/e and slink back to my hole like I was before.

idk Its just. a bad night in the house of bun. I've had these thoughts festering and I guess today was the dam breaking. It's probs cuz I'm nervous posting Chimeras because it's a very dark au.

#ask #anon #not art #long post #sorry im just in a bad spot tonight I guess #like i started my day pretty okay but somewhere along the way it nose dived and I'm just trying to not cry in my room

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mizumelona · 5 years ago

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set me up | atsumu x reader

SYNOPSIS: You’re an ambitious career woman, who’s got everything…except a significant other. Your mom, sick of you showing up to family functions alone, sets you up on a series of (terrible) blind dates. You make these dates meet you at your favorite restaurant, Onigiri Miya, but for some reason the owner’s jerk of a twin brother always happens to be there exactly when things crash and burn.

NOTE: Hello? Remember me? Did ya’ll think I’d dropped this. Ahhh Sorry for being slow. I felt like I had to take my time with this chapter since it’s the last one! (In the main story. I’m still planning on having an epilogue). Thanks for being patient! I’m so excited to finally share this with you all!

MASTERLIST

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Atsumu’s car flew down the highway toward your aunt's house.

It was a bright day. You observed the puffy clouds spread across the sky through the window of Atsumu’s truck. It was an older Tacoma model but somehow it had a fresh leathery smell. You could tell that Atsumu treated this thing like his baby. As shitty as his personality was, you couldn’t deny that Atsumu seemed like a pretty reliable guy.

You looked over at him in the driver's seat. He was sitting with his left hand on the wheel and his right arm slung over the back of your chair. He was wearing a white button-down with the sleeves pushed up tucked into some dark jeans.

The sun was catching on his hair, dancing along its golden waves as he bobbed his head to the guitar riff playing on the speakers. The first few chords of a new song started. It was that one Megan Thee Stallion song that was always on the radio lately. Huh, you never really pegged Atsumu to be into rap.

You were about to go back to staring out the window when Atsumu turned to you and drawled in unison with the speakers, “I’m that bitch~”

You made an incredulous face. He looked over at you with a smirk but didn’t stop. “Been that bitch, still that bitch~”

You burst out laughing and then decided to chime in, “Will forever be that bitch~”

Atsumu flashed a bigger smile, his face turning a little red from trying not to laugh. You had trouble keeping up between your cackles. He was nodding his head and waving his right hand along to the beat. For the next few minutes, you both vibes along with the song until it finished. Once it did Atsumu turned to you with a snicker, “You’re not half bad sweetheart”

“Of course not”, you said crossing your arms. “I am that bitch. And apparently, you are too”, you snickered.

With a sigh you looked out the window, realizing that you were getting close to your aunt's house now. Suddenly it hit you that you were really going through with this. Was it a stupid idea? Would things go terribly wrong? Would someone see through the act and call you out? Your forehead went tense as you imagined all the worst-case scenarios for what could happen.

“Oho it’s a little too late to be gettin’ cold feet”, Atsumu said, clearly reading your thoughts.

“Hnnng”, you grumbled and massaged your temples.

“And anyway”, Atsumu continued, “isn’t this what ya wanted. It’s gonna be fun. Trust me” He turned to you with a boyish grin as he said that, the kind that made your heartbeat just a little bit faster.

Jeez. This guy. It was all your idea, so why did he sound more excited about it than you were?

“Plus. You’ve got me on your side. Makin’ my teammates shine is my special skill.”, Atsumu said with a smirk. Nevermind, he definitely wasn’t cute. Just your every day egotistical asshole. And now your nerves were back. Rip.

“This isn’t volleyball!” You quipped back. “Also slow the fuck down! We’re getting close to the house!”

“Wait, what! Which house!”, Atsumu exclaimed, slamming on the breaks.

“The blue one- No! Not that blue one the other blue one!”

Atsumu pulled the truck into the driveway with a screech. You lurched forward but your seatbelt stopped you from flying into the dash. You were about to flip out at him when you noticed your jerk cousin sticking his head out of the door inspecting the truck. Right. He probably didn’t recognize Atsumu’s truck. Hehe. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad.

You looked nervously at Atsumu, but he didn’t seem worried at all. If anything he seemed giddy.

“Ya ready?”, Atsumu said, his eyes glinting.

“Of course”, you said, giving him a sly smile.

You both opened your doors and got out of the truck. As you fixed your hair, Atsumu jogged around to your side of the car and snaked his arm around your waist. You raised your eyebrows at him. He leaned down so his lips brushed against your ear and whispered, “let’s have fun with this”

He then moved his lips from your ear to your face and planted a gentle kiss on your cheek. You felt your face flush. He smirked and whispered in your ear again. “That was pretty cute. Didn’t take you as the type get flustered easily”

Was that a challenge? You glanced at your cousin who was still gaping at the doorway and smiled. If that’s how this was going to be, game on. You wrapped your arm around Atsumu and leaned your head against his chest, as you two made your way to the entrance.

“Hey cuz!”, you called out.

“Hey”, he absentmindedly responded, staring at Atsumu. “Who…is this?”

“Oh! This is my boyfriend, Atsumu.”, you said with extra emphasis on the word boyfriend.

“Nice ta meet ya”, Atsumu held out his hand.

Your cousin still looked confused as fuck. To be fair it’d been several years since you’d last been in a relationship and even then you rarely brought your significant others to family parties. In a way, fake-or-not, bringing Atsumu today was a first.

You pulled Atsumu past your dumbstruck cousin, through your aunt’s house toward the backyard where brunch was about to start. You both paused in the doorway taking in the sight. When it came to stuff like this, your family was unapologetically extra. Flowers were arranged and the nice dishware was set out at the large table on the left side of the space where most of your family was seated chatting. Atsumu’s eyes lingered on the volleyball net that was set up on the opposite end of the yard.

You took a few steps ahead of Atsumu, making your way through the door and down the stairs into the yard when your foot slipped. “Woah there!”, Atsumu exclaimed, lunging forward and looping his arm around your waist to prevent you from toppling over the side of the little staircase and into your aunt’s flowerbed. “Jeez that was a close one sweetheart”, he told you with a grin and a chuckle.

“T-thanks”, you stuttered out, hyperaware of how the chatter in the space had suddenly died down. Your aunts and cousins exchanged sly smiles and incredulous looks at the scene in front of them. You gulped. Atsumu beamed.

“Y/n?”, your mom called out looking bewildered. She glanced from you to Atsumu then back to you. “Who is this?”

“I’m her boyfriend, Atsumu. Nice to meet ya. Hope I’m not intrudin’”, Atsumu said with a toothy grin.

“Oh no. Not at all! Come sit down!”, your mom ran up to you both and got you situated next to each other at the table.

“I told you”, one of your aunties whispered loudly to your mom. The kind of whisper that was meant to be heard.

“You told her what?”, you asked.

“That you had a boyfriend. I heard all about it from Daisuke’s mom”, she said with a satisfied shrug.

“You did?”, you said, incredulous. The aunties’ gossip was next level. How did they already hear about that?

“I heard some guy crashed your date with Daisuke to declare his love for you”, she replied in a matter-of-fact tone. Atsumu coughed and looked at you raising an eyebrow. You suppressed a snicker.

“He said what?”, Atsumu said, trying to keep up his dashing smile but his irritation was clearly showing through. You had to suppress another snicker. He was always going on about how fake your smiles were but let’s be real, he was worse. His fake smile intensified and he inconspicuously kicked you under the table, but you just returned the favor and smiled wider. Oh the beauty of gossip.

Your aunt continued, “I also heard that Daisuke was going to fight the guy so you dumped water on him” Now it was Atsumu’s turn to laugh. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. What the hell Daisuke? Talk about a two-faced snake.

“I did what?”, you exclaimed with a scoff.

“And that after you ran off together into the sunset”, your aunt concluded the story. You and Atsumu sat dumbfounded. What kind of warped tale was this? Your aunt leaned closer and asked, “You’re her secret boyfriend right?”

Atsumu thought for a second then looked at you with a devious smirk. While the rumors were wild, they weren’t exactly bad. After all, you were here to convince your family that you and Atsumu were having a sweeping romance. Why not lean into it? You smiled back him and somehow knew you were on the same wavelength. Atsumu put his arm around your shoulder and replied, “Well I guess it’s no secret anymore, but yeah it’s true. I’m absolutely crazy about her”

“And apparently, I’m a little crazy for him too”, you added. You leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on Atsumu’s cheek. As you pulled away, you noticed that despite his nonchalant smirk his cheeks were turning pink. For all his big talk, he got flustered this easily? Maybe you should tease him more often.

You reached for his hand under the table and gave it a little squeeze as the meal began. Atsumu turned to you looking a little surprised, then rubbed your palm with his thumb and squeezed your hand back.

“I’m gonna go make myself a drink”, you excused from yourself from the table, leaving Atsumu who was chatting animatedly with your aunties. You made your way over to the drink table and poured yourself a cup. Your asshole cousin, seemingly recovered from the shock of your entrance, walked up to the table and poured himself a drink too.

“So”, he said pausing to take a sip, “How’d you meet this guy anyways. You were definitely single at my wedding three weeks ago.”

“Why do you sound so suspicious? We just kept running into each other. It was like fate or something”, you said making a grand gesture with your cup.

Your cousin scoffed. “Hah fate? Are you kidding? There’s no way.”

“You’re real funny ain'tcha?”, Atsumu appeared wrapping you from behind in an embrace. You tensed up, surprised by his sneaky hug. Something told you this was payback for earlier.

Your cousin rolled his eyes and turned to Atsumu, “Tell the truth buddy, did she bribe you to come with her today?

“Nah she didn’t, but if I knew you were gonna be here, she might’ve had to”, Atsumu said with a menacing chuckle, “I’m kiddin’”

You snickered.

Suddenly, a volleyball flew in your direction. Before it could hit anyone, Atsumu crouched down and bumped it back in the direction it came from, where a bunch of the kids had been passing it back and forth.

“Watch it kiddos”, he shouted as he returned the ball.

“Thanks, mister”, one of the kids shouted back.

“Nice”, your cousin said with a smirk. “Do you play?”

“Yeah I do”, Atsumu said, fixing his hair.

“Hah. Same. I played for the club team back in university. Hey, do you wanna round some people up and play a little match?”, Your cousin nodded in the direction of the net.

You looked at Atsumu skeptically. No matter how you looked at it it wasn’t exactly fair for a pro-player to go up against a bunch of amateurs. Then again, Atsumu was here for the sole purpose of being petty…

“Sure. Why not?”, Atsumu accepted the offer and winked at you.

Soon Atsumu and your cousin had gathered two teams of three people on either side of the net and a small crowd of children to watch. You were watching seated from the table with your mom and a few other aunties.

“Hey lover boy, I’ll let you serve first”, your cousin shouted, tossing the ball to Atsumu. Atsumu adeptly caught the ball and deviously smiled in your direction. You held a hand over your mouth covering your smile. Your shitty cousin had no idea what he was getting into.

Atsumu stalked away from the net then stopped. You thought back to his little serve routine at his game and stifled a giggle. There was no way. He wasn’t going to do it. Not here. Not to a bunch of 8-year-olds. He turned back with a serious face and snapped his hand up into a fist. The kids looked around awkwardly.

“PFTTT”, you nearly did a spit take. LMAO did he really just try to silence a bunch of 8-year-olds. You slapped a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from full-on wheezing. Your mom gave you a concerned look, so you took a deep breath and tried to pull yourself together.

“So”, the gossiping aunty from earlier turned to you and asked, “What does your boyfriend do?”

“Oh, Atsumu?”, you smiled and watched as Atsumu leaped into the air and slammed his hand into the ball. “He’s a pro-volleyball player”. Everyone at the tables eyes went wide and swung to look the scene at the makeshift volleyball court.

Bang! The ball went flying over the net. You really shouldn’t have laughed, but after all the shit he put you through you couldn’t help the cackle that escaped your lips as you saw the incredulous look on your cousin's face as the ball came barreling in his direction. It slammed into his gut with a dull thud that had him doubled over wheezing.

“Shit man sorry about that.” Atsumu jogged up to the net and rubbed the back of his head bashfully. “I’ll tone it down next time” As he jogged back into position, Atsumu sneakily winked at you. Jeez, what an asshole…but maybe…it wasn’t so bad to have an asshole on your side. To be fair you were kind of a bitch yourself. Honestly together you made a compatible pair. A power couple... A couple huh? You didn’t mind the thought. Maybe even more than that. Maybe you liked it. Because even though today was just supposed to be fun and games maybe, just maybe…you wanted it to be real. Maybe, you liked him for real. Shit. You bit your lip.

“It was great ta meet ya’ll today”, Atsumu waved goodbye to your family and made his way back to his car.

Your cousin grimaced at him through the doorway. Your mom was literally glowing as she waved goodbye. As you ran up to give her a goodbye hug she whispered in your ear, “You are going to fill me in on this later. I don’t know where you found him, but don’t let him get away!”

You smiled and whispered back, “Okay” Well, you couldn’t exactly let your mom down could you? And it’s not like you wanted him to get away either. You made up your mind. There was only one thing to do now.

You and Atsumu got back into his truck and started driving away. The sun was high in the sky now.

“Phew”, you sunk into your seat.

“Tired?”, Atsumu reached over ruffling your hair. You slapped his hand away. He pulled back with a chuckle.

“Just a bit”, you said resting your cheek on your hand propped against the door. “Hey. Thanks for today. For everything”

“No problem sweetheart”, Atsumu said, still focused on the road.

“I can’t believe you tried to silence the kids though. That was fucking hilarious”, you snickered remembering the sight.

“What? It’s my ritual. Can’t serve without it”, Atsumu argued.

“Fine. fine. Also, that serve was hilarious. Thanks for that too”, you chuckled remembering that too.

“I have no idea what you're talkin’ about”, Atsumu said with a sly smile and wink.

“Riiight”, you said rolling your eyes.

“Back to your apartment sweetheart?”, Atsumu asked.

“Hm, can we actually go for a little detour?”

Atsumu raised his eyebrows, “Oh, where d’ya wanna go?”

“I dunno…anywhere?”, you weakly suggested. Atsumu tilted his head, looking even more confused. You continued, “I just don’t feel like going home just yet”

“…Okay”, he had a mischievous smile, "Then I’ll take ya to my special spot.”

“Ooo. Special spot? Wonder where it could be”, you rolled down the window letting the breeze blow through your hair.

“Y’know when you said you were gonna take me to your special spot somehow I thought it was going to be I dunno...cool?”, you deadpanned.

“What! This is totally cool!”, Atsumu exclaimed.

“This is the dingy back parking lot of the volleyball stadium!”, you exclaimed back, motioning to your surroundings. Yep, he’d brought you to the empty parking lot behind Sendai stadium. It was just you two in the truck and the dumpster across the lot. So romantic.

“It’s my special spot!”, Atsumu grumbled.

“…”, You didn’t know what to say to this idiot. You fell for this guy? This guy? Talk about a volleybaka.

“…it’s even more special because this is where we had our first date”, Atsumu continued grumbling.

“Date?”, you asked. Did he really think of that time as a date? Was he just messing around again? You couldn’t keep leaving things ambiguous. You snapped, “Party’s over lemon head, you can drop the act now.”

“Right…”, Atsumu sighed and scowled. Maybe that was a little harsh, but you needed to get real with him right now.

You steeled yourself and turned to him, ”Hey Atsumu. I’m done acting, so can you hear me out for real?”

“…Sure?”, Atsumu propped his cheek on his knuckles, his elbow resting on the steering wheel.

“When I first met you”, You tentatively started, “I thought you were a complete asshole”

“Well jeez thanks”, his face turned even more sour.

“As we kept running into each other”, You continued. Atsumu’s face lit up. “I was even more convinced you were an asshole”

He grimaced and looked down. “You really had me in the first half the-“

“You’re a big, fat, petty, asshole BUT I’m also a greedy, irritable bitch.”, Atsumu looked up and raised his eyebrows. You kept going, “When I’m with you I feel like I can just be my realest, nastiest self and it’ll be okay”

You sighed and smiled a genuine smile at him, “It’s like I can finally take a breath y’know. Be at ease. And because I’m not afraid of coming off as nasty, I have the space to be sweet if I want to, to be comfortable. And the more comfortable I got around you the more I realized you could be sweet and sincere too”

You turned and looked him straight in the eyes. You had to see his reaction to what you were about to say next. “I know I asked you to come today so we could mess around and be petty but”, you paused then squeezed the final words out, “but I think I like you for real”

You stared intently at him, trying to read his expression. To deduce his feelings, predict his response. What was he thinking? For a second his expression didn’t change at all, then he sighed an exasperated sigh, and a small grin spread across his lips.

“Jeez [y/n] that ain’t fair”, Atsumu raked his fingers through his hair and pouted. “You weren’t supposta beat me to it!”

“Huh?”, you paused, not knowing what to make of it. Beat him to it?

Atsumu started speaking, “I’m a jerk and I know it. I don’t care. It makes me stronger this way. Usually, people back off or scold me once they realize I’m an asshole, but you’re never afraid to play dirty.” He stopped to chuckle. “It was kinda charming. I thought that was all there was to my feelings for you: a little sexy rivalry. But lately, that changed…”

Atsumu bit his lip before continuing. “I hate losers…even if that loser is me, but with you…”, he sighed. “Did ya really expect me not to fall for ya? You, the girl who makes me feel cool even when I’m a loser” His face flushed and he smiled but he also looked like he was on the verge of tears. “I didn’t think somethin’ like that could ever happen. Do you know how crazy that feels? For everything you thought you knew about yourself to be flipped upside down like that?” He looked straight at you with determination. You couldn’t turn away. “That’s why I’m sure. I like you. I like you for real”

Atsumu smiled a vulnerable, boyish smile. It looked so different on him from his usual devious smirks. You sat with your mouth agape.

After sitting in silence for what felt like it could be an eternity you finally spoke up, “…So we both like each other”

“Guess so sweetheart”, He shrugged, some mischief creeping into his tone. Classic Atsumu. He bit his lip, seemingly deciding on something and spoke, “Hey, there’s one thing I really don’t want ya to beat me to…if you’ll let me”

He leaned over the console, cupping his hand around your cheek. His hand was warm. You shivered at the touch.

“Can I?”, he asked.

You smiled and leaned toward him, but he swiftly pulled away.

“Woah woah I said I wanted to beat you to it!”

“Atsu-“

He closed the distance between you.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #atsumu #atsumu x reader #set me up

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puckdaniels · 4 years ago

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I Just Think It's Funny That...

Tagging → Abril Briscoe, Noah Puckerman

Time Frame → Late Thursday Night; September 10, 2020

Location → Brooklyn, NY; The Brownstone

General Notes → Briscoe wants to have a discussion about exes.

“Puck?” Briscoe called softly from his bedroom doorway.

She caught him untying his boots on the bench beneath the window. He’d already discarded his shirt and started a pile with it that he could trip over in the morning on the way to shower. She was wearing some slinky thing that she always wore to bed, so he knew Easy must have already been down for the count if she was doing her night prep shit. A glance at the clock told him he wouldn’t be much longer himself. “Hey, what’s up?”

If Puck didn’t know better, he’d say she looked a little sheepish as she stepped into his bedroom fully and chose a corner of his bed to perch on. “I wanted to talk.”

“Oh, that always ends well for me.”

“Not like that, stupid. Sit with me.”

He stood and kicked his boots off, then sat beside her and took her offered hand. “Everything okay, babe?”

“Fine, I just wanna talk about our family.” He watched her caress his hand with a furrowed brow; her nails were still the sharp stiletto points she wore to his uncle’s wedding and they tickled as she traced them back and forth across his palm and fingers and knuckles, turning and fiddling with his hand nervously. A distraction.

“What about us? Easy’s good,” he prompted and swiftly received a nod. “You and Sara are still good up there. Abuelitas and them all good?” Another nod. “So just me and you, then.”

She nodded again, but didn’t say anything further, just looked at their hands, so he joined their fingers together and took a deep breath. “Is this more of a state of us now thing or a why we didn’t work out the last time thing?”

She looked both grateful and annoyed at his question, but ultimately gave him another nod. “Kinda both. I’ve been thinking a lot since the wedding. And our fun little friendship table.”

“Sara swears she wasn’t in charge of the seating chart.”

“I kind of believe her after seeing all the looks she was getting from your exes.”

“You peeped that?”

She gave him a look of her own and deadpanned, “I think the band got louder to make up for the cloud of dead air that table emanated on and off all night.” He chuckled with her, but soon enough she was playing with their fingers again. “I thought it was interesting that Solomon didn’t bring his wife to the function.”

“He never brings her to family functions.”

“Jami isn’t his family.”

“Yeah, well, even if that was true, his stepmother and stepsister were there anyway.”

“And you. You were there.”

“You think he’s trying to get back with me?” he huffed, annoyed at the way the conversation was steering. “I haven’t talked to him like that in years.”

Typically he liked seeing Briscoe leaning back on his bed in something silky with a smile, but today’s smile looked a bit too shark-like for him to find it as appealing. Granted, it was still appealing, but not as appealing. “I think he wanted to talk to you like that again at the party,” she continued on through the grin, “but you know only Quinn Fabray and the physical manifestation of your relationship with me - the whole baby - stopped him.”

He snorted. “Why do you always say her full name?”

“Because she’s Quinn Fabray! Like your uncle is Jamil Levi! You don’t know, you’re too close - And I peeped the looks she was giving Solomon, too! Cuz why was he there?”

“He’s part of our family,” Puck offered, but was promptly ignored.

“He comes around when you’re around. And his wife is never there. And he’s always looking at you like you owe him something. And, might I remind you, he’s your uncle.”

“He’s not my uncle.”

“Dique - Real gringo shit regardless.”

“I thought you’d be more upset about Quinn, honestly.”

“Well, we haven’t even touched on that, yet,” she said absently, ignoring his sharp intake of breath to continue talking over the resulting loud huff he let out, “Were you in love with Solomon?”

“What?!”

“I’m just trying to suss out the extent of your relationship because you’re telling me one thing and I’m seeing another.” He dropped her hand and gently shoved her over so that she toppled onto his bed fully, then stood and moved to finish taking off his clothes. “So am I lying?”

“You telling me that you think I was lying? Yeah, you’re lying!”

“That man don’t love you?”

“I don’t know, Briscoe! You wanna call him?”

“Where’s your phone?”

“Jesus Christ.” He shoved down his pants until he was only left in his boxer briefs and socks, then climbed back onto the bed to knock her over again, pinning her with his body when she tried to get back up. “I’m not in love with him, I was never in love with him. I fucked around with him when he was interested in the outside of the closet and then I was with him as a rebound thing a few years ago, but I never loved him and he’s not a part of my life anymore.”

Bravado gone and mouth a full pout, Briscoe searched his face, looking for her conclusions, but obviously finding none since she asked, “Then why does he look at you like that? And don’t act like you don’t know how.”

Puck sighed, but ultimately gave in. He hated when she went all vulnerable on him. And he’d give her just about anything she asked for when he was cradled between her legs like this. “I asked him to leave his wife for me once.”

“Oh Dios…”

“Just once.”

“Oh, well, if it was only the once… So stupid.”

“Whatever. I was in my feelings about stuff around then,” he admitted. It was after breaking up with Quinn that last time - if that counted as a break up - when he was trying to seek whatever he’d been missing with one ex in the arms of another ex. Surprisingly, it didn’t work out. “Not love, but… feelings. And he said no, we broke up, it hurt a lot and then I got over it.”

“Did you?”

“Yeah.”

“He didn’t.”

“That’s not my problem. Is it?” He dipped his head to nuzzle at her temple.

“I guess not,” she sighed, curling her arms around his shoulders. “But why didn’t you tell Quinn Fabray about me?”

He dropped his face into her shoulder and let out a long groan.

#para #puckdaniels #quick rp #glee rp #1x1 rp #noah puckerman rp

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photochoco · 4 years ago

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First days are always the most hectic

Black Cauldron’s newest recruit learns the ropes. She hopes she isn’t in over her head!

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Wisty had always loved sleeping late. In a world where the night was eternal, and the city had only colored lights to indicate the time, it was easy to lose track. They often would stay up until the deep purples of “night” would slowly gradate into the bright yellows of “daytime”. People more or less adhered to the idea that yellow was for doing things and being awake, and purple was for sleeping. Though Wisty had found that the city came alive during the purple hours in a way it didn’t when the lights were yellow. They themself worked better during purple hours. Ah, night life.

But if they looked out the window now, everything was just a muddled soup of values. Greys mixed together dully. Had they known this would happen, they would’ve appreciated it all a lot more.

It’d been several weeks since they’d been cursed, and everything had changed. Wisty had tried to go on with life as normal, but quickly realized that the old “normal” was not coming back. People stared at them, whispered and glared. Creating art had been immensely frustrating. And their friends…

It had all come to a head around the time of their birthday. Wisty always enjoyed throwing a party with all their buddies, and they were determined to make this year no exception. They’d gone all out, decorating with colorful streamers that they couldn’t see, balloons everywhere, and a cake they’d made themselves.

No one had shown up.They’d been so sure their curse didn’t matter to their friends. Apparently it mattered a lot. They had curled up on their bed and sobbed their guts out for what felt like hours. It hurt, not seeing any color. It hurt even more to know the people they’d considered their friends were so ready to just abandon them for being cursed. So what if their eyes were gaping black voids? So what if they occasionally leaked? So what if they hung out at Black Cauldron? So what if they hung out with cursed people? So what if they were cursed? So what? How could that matter so much?

I’d love to hang out but...y’know how my mom feels about curses and...yeah, I don’t wanna argue with her-

Uh...what if the witch comes back…? They have tracking magic and stuff so...I don’t know-

Ergh...last time you hugged me, your eye goop got all over my clothes. I still haven’t gotten the stains out. Sorry but that’s just too messed up-

It smells really weird, like chemicals? You sure it isn’t poisonous? Yeesh-

The cake had been shoved into the fridge, but Wisty couldn’t find it in them to tear down the decorations. So they threw on a hoodie and went for a walk.

It was very embarrassing when, as they wandered around with swollen red eyelids and tear streaks on their cheeks, they ran into Dex by chance. His perpetual grin slipped as he noticed their tears, and very easily got them to say why. Wisty tried to brush it off as not being a big deal, which was very obviously a lie.

An ice cream and 30 minutes later, and Dex had insisted Wisty come with him to Black Cauldron. Something about Ela wanting to speak with Wisty about something.

What awaited them through those doors was the last thing they’d expected; a surprise party thrown together just for them. Dex, the sly nerd, had told everyone what happened. Said Wisty would not be going to bed without having a party to celebrate their birthday.

Well. After they’d managed to finally stop crying over the touching gesture, Wisty was treated to an admittedly last-minute but nonetheless wonderful party with all the Cadets. Some of them had even gone out and bought them small gifts. At the end of it all, Wisty went home happily, with a full stomach and a camera roll full of memories. These people barely knew them, yet dropped everything to give them a shotgun party. It was enough for them to finally make up their mind.

After the party, Wisty approached Ela with their answer. They wanted to become a Cadet. The new couple weeks were filled with visits to BC to meet with Ela and Harvey. Today marked the day of their orientation, and their stomach fluttered with nerves. They couldn’t really imagine themselves out there fighting yet, but the prospect of it was weirdly exciting. And it gave them something to do while they figured out what to do with their artist career. Sitting in their apartment fighting off a creeping emptiness wasn’t going to help.

They put on their headphones, tugged their hair out from behind and gave it a flip for good measure before looking themself over in the mirror. Perfect, coordinated, adorable. Wisty adjusted their headphones and took a deep breath, forcing themself to keep looking when all they wanted to do was shut their eyes.

You are okay.

In front of their apartment complex, Wisty wrestled on their roller blades, selected some music, and took off. The breeze as they skated along eased their mind some, and their favorite tunes in their ears eased it more.

They wondered if Harvey had finished designing it yet.

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The bustling of activity in the bar of Black Cauldron was the same as always, Cadets walking around and chatting with each other. Everyone stopped though, at the sound of something banging into the front door. A few moments later, the door swung open and Wisty practically tumbled through the threshold, a pair of roller blades in her hand.

“Ack, sorry! Didn’t mean to run into the door like that.”

“Now that’s what I call an entrance,” Bianca giggled, giving a wave. “You ready for your first day?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be!” Wisty said, raising her arms in a stretch. “I’m like, both nervous AND excited?”

A tall mage in a bunny mask rounded the corner, a giant calligraphy pen in his hands. “Ah, perfect. I just finished the final adjustments to your weapon. Here.” Harvey held it out with both hands. Its tip gleamed of newly polished brass. Its long body was black and smooth as Wisty took it in her hands. It was-

“It’s perfect!” she squealed in her excitement. Harvey gave a satisfied nod.

“Aaaand here are your ink canisters. I took the liberty of filling them up for you already. And here are the colors in powder form, just add water. Once you run out I can make more for you. And the colors are in the order you requested so you can easily pick them without seeing the hue. There should be enough ink to last you a whole fight, but don’t y’know, go painting the entire city.”

Wisty hugged her pen and ink pack tightly to her chest like a child being gifted a new toy. “I love it I love it I love it thankyouthankyouthank youuuuuuu!!” she exclaimed, hopping up and down. She hurriedly clipped the ink canisters to the back of her belt before doing the same to her pen across her back. “How do I look?” she asked with a twirl.

Harvey’s bunny mask was stuck in a perpetual grin, but Wisty could glean from his body language that he was quite pleased with his handiwork. “You look ready for your first day! You’ll get a chance to try ‘em out today during your sparring.”

“My what?”

“Sparring!” Bianca appeared out of nowhere and slung an arm around Wisty’s neck. “You said you don’t have a whole lot of fighting experience yeah? Plus like Harvey said, you’ll totally wanna try out your weapon before heading out there, see whatcha can do!”

“Okay…” Wisty said slowly. “But who am I gonna be sparring?”

It was then that she was lifted bodily off the ground by an enormous hand, which wrapped around her middle as easily as if she were a doll.

“That would be me, cupcake. You should get a feel for what it’ll be like fighting powerful enemies with a lot of physical strength.”

“As ya probably know, ghouls are usually witch cronies, doin’ their dirty work. Not the smartest, but really damn strong,” Bianca added.

“...Did you just call Pinprick stupid? That’s not very nice!”

“Oh no, cupcake, she is mostly right. Being turned into a ghoul scrambled my brains, hehehe,” Pinprick replied with a wide smile.

Wisty paused to consider this. “...Still! Be nicer to yourself! I’m fairly sure you’re not stupid.”

“My oh my, what a sweet cupcake you are! But no time for chatter, we must be off to the sparring spot!”

“Oh cool!” Wisty looked down to be put down. “Where is it?”

“Near the outskirts of the city,” Pinprick replied as he squeezed through the small doorframe.

“Are we gonna walk then? You don’t hafta carry me, I got functional legs!”

“Nope! No walkin’,” Bianca said, walking up behind them and jumping onto Pinprick’s other arm, balancing herself against his shoulder.

“Rooftop hopping is much faster. Observe!” Pinprick bent his legs.

“WhaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--”

---

“Here we are!” Pinprick chirped, setting a very windswept Wisty down on the ground.

Well, that was another form of travel she could check off the list. Bianca hopped off Pinprick’s back and tossed a bracelet to the newbie.

“All Cadets carry these bracelets,” Pinprick explained. “They’re a magic disrupter, placing them on witches or ghouls disrupts their flow of magic to incapacitate them. But of course, they don’t always do the job, so you all need to know how to fight. That one is just a dummy bracelet of course, completely harmless.”

“Oh, okay,” Wisty said, turning it over in her hands. “So I just gotta snap the bracelet on you?”

Bianca and Pinprick exchanged a glance and a mischievous grin, with the former shoving her hands in her pockets and backing up. Way up.

“Get that bracelet on me, and we can call it a day. Unless you get it on real quick though!” the ghoul snickered.

Wisty unclipped her pen and spun it. “Oof, you don’t have to worry about that. I haven’t done a lot of fighting, remember.”

“Chin up, cupcake, back straight! Cuz here I come.”

“Ok so what--” Her words were cut off as Pinprick’s arm shot towards her at an alarming speed. “ShiT!!” Wisty barely had time to dodge out of the way, one of Pinprick’s fingers clipping her cheek.

Geezus, he’s fast!! She hopped backwards, trying to gain some distance between them. He lunged towards her again, arm outstretched to grab her. Gripping her pen, Wisty rammed it against his arm, knocking it off course. Undeterred, the rest of Pinprick caught up like a released rubberband. His massive hand swiped through the air; Wisty flipped out of the way in a backwards handspring, her foot kicking his claws away. They felt remarkably like rubber. Her sense of gravity was then thrown sideways as she slipped on her pen. She let out a sharp squawk as she landed roughly on her side.

She barely had time to feel even an inkling of embarrassment before she was slammed into the ground and pinned there by his other hand.

“Not a bad start, cupcake. But you’re gonna have to do better than that,” Pinprick crooned.

Wisty wheezed. “HhHhhhffffiiiihhhhhhhhne- Le’go please my lungs ack-”

Pinprick let her go and she stood up, wincing. Dude could pack a punch.

“Impressive maneuvers! But didn’t you just say you don’t have any fighting experience?”

Wisty swung her leg out to the side. “Gymnastics. And maybe like a month’s worth of self-defense classes while I was in high school. But that’s it.” She gripped her weapon in her hands, tightly this time.

“Ready? Again.” He lunged.

She dodged and slid underneath him, bashing the end of her pen into where she thought the back of his knee was. She must’ve struck true; the giant ghoul kneeled with a small grunt. Wisty yelped in surprise as his entire upper half pivoted to face her.

“Surprise!”

Wisty barely managed to bend out of the way of his swipe. Noticing the ridges on his arm, she grabbed one and swung herself up onto his shoulders. Pinprick bucked, trying to throw her off. She impulsively grabbed the first thing she could, his hair. It was as hard as plastic and hard to keep a grip on.

“Sorry! Sorryyyyyyyy!” she yelped as she reached for the bracelet.

Her apology was answered by Pinprick grabbing her ankle and yanking her off. Upside-down, she could see Bianca ambling up to the scene, a burger in her hand.

“Howzit goin’?” she asked.

Wisty let out a loud groan of frustration. “I’ve been getting my ass kicked!! SO! I’ve come to the conclusion that I will absolutely die if I go fight anything,” she grumbled as she dangled from Pinprick’s hand. He snickered in response.

“Hey, don’t feel too bad, this is only a baseline! Imagine how good you’ll be after me ‘n Nate ‘n Dex have taught ya!” Bianca said.

“Hopefully it’ll be a less shameful display than this,” Wisty replied as Pinprick idly swung her from side to side like a pendulum. “I kinda thought I was gonna learn how to fight. I know I shouldn’t be complainin’, it’s very nice of you two to take time out of your day to help me, but is this the best way to go about it when I haven’t ever fought before?”

“Here at BC, we believe in learning on the job!” Bianca replied, licking remnants of ketchup off her fingers. “We are not gonna let you go out there until you feel confident enough you can hold your own, so don’t worry.”

Pinprick gently set Wisty on the ground. “Ready whenever you are, love,” he grinned widely.

“I yield.” Wisty’s legs were far past beginning to wobble. Now she could hardly keep herself upright. Pinprick was not only stupidly fast, but stupidly powerful. He absorbed all of her attacks like they were nothing and dished out brutal counters one after the other. Wisty had been reduced to blocking and dodging, Pinprick never letting up for even a moment. She didn’t even have enough time to grab an ink canister. At least she could safely say she was better at avoiding attacks now. Her lungs burned with heavy breaths and her arms ached from swinging her pen around. Goddamn inertia.

Pinprick raised his hands again in preparation, grinning still. “We’re only getting started, love!”

“C-Could we take a break or something? I’m frickin’ exhausted and haven’t landed a solid hit on you once!”

“Of course we can stop! After you get the bracelet on. That was the agreement sweetheart, don’t back out on me now.”

“Ugh c’moooon. You have no mercyyyyy.” Wisty forced herself to stand up straight.

“What’s happening?”

Bianca turned and gave a nod of greeting to Dex, who had strolled up to the scene and was now watching with interest.

“The newbie is getting broken in,” she said, cringing as Pinprick sent Wisty flying again. “I think she’s doing...okay…”

Dex smirked. “Sure doesn’t look like it, hehe.”

“Hey, go easy on her dude, she just started today! I’ve been watching the whole time, I can tell you she’s gotten a lot better already. Aw geez,” Bianca winced as Pinprick threw a punch that caught Wisty on her right cheek, resulting in her swearing loudly.

“Remember your safe word!” Dex shouted to her.

“My WHAT? PINPRICK YOU CHEATER, YOU NEVER TOLD ME ABOUT THAT!!”

The ghoul only cackled in response. “You never asked about it, cupcake!”

“OF COURSE I DIDN’T, I’M NEW HERE! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO TELL ME!” Wisty screeched.

As Pinprick rushed her again, she didn’t wait. This time she lurched to meet him, slamming the butt of her pen into the ground and using it to jump up to his height, landing an impressive high-kick on his chin that actually got a grunt of pain out of him.

“Close!!” Dex shouted. “Keep trying--oof, that looked like it hurt.”

Pinprick had slugged Wisty full force in the torso, her pen caught in between his fist and her stomach. It seemed to absorb much of the impact, but it wasn’t enough to keep the girl from slamming into the ground hard and skidding several yards away where she collided with some boxes. Dust flew everywhere.

“I’ll go get the nurse bed ready,” Bianca sighed, turning to head back to Black Cauldron. “Hey Dex, if it looks like Pin is getting a bit too into it, make sure he doesn’t punch Wisty into nonexistence. He’ll feel horrible if he accidentally hurts her really bad.”

Was Pinprick just that strong? Or did she just suck that bad? Wisty coughed on the clouds of dust filling the air and tasted the sharp tang of iron in her mouth. She spat onto the concrete, a gob of red. She could feel more on her tongue and dripping from her mouth. Her pen hadn’t broken, (thank you Harvey), but having it rammed into her gut fucking huuuuuuuuuuuuurt. What if she couldn’t get the bracelet on? What if she never got better at this? Her vision swam and she felt ink dripping from her face again.

Wisty grit her teeth and bit back a snarl. No. This was her first day. She’d get better, she’d get way better. And she was going to get that fucking bracelet on! She could do this!

“So...hff...that’s how it’s gonna be, huh…? Fine. Fine. You want me to play rough, I’ll do that.”

She reached behind herself to her ink cartridges. One, two, perfect.

“Yo Pinprick! Did you kill ‘em, man?!” Dex called to his comrade.

“Ahoho, I certainly hope not, we were having so much fun!”

Before he could say anything more, though, a thin jet of orange ink fired from the dust cloud. The instant it made contact with the ground, a huge explosion blossomed outward.

“HOLY MOLY!!!” Dex hollered as Pinprick skidded backwards, blinking in surprise.

“Oho, it seems the newbie has a few tricks up her sleeve! Good, good!” he laughed.

The dust was settling, and now he could see Wisty standing with her shoulders hunched and her face twisted with a determined scowl. Black liquid was oozing from both her eyes, making her look quite frightening. A canister full of green liquid was clutched in her hand, Dex and Pinprick watched as she tipped it back and took a swig of the ink inside before wiping her mouth on the back of her hand and grabbing another canister. This one she shoved into her pen.

But she didn’t make a move yet, panting.

“Oh come now love, you can’t be that tired already! You’re leaving yourself...wide! Open!” Pinprick sprinted forward and thrust his left arm out. Wisty swiftly jumped to the side, his right, and he attempted to grab her again, this time with his right hand. She ducked again, resulting in both Pinprick's hands smashing into the wall, sending pieces of brick flying.

Wisty took aim with her pen, and fired. Black ink streamed from the tip and coated Pinprick’s hands. His first instinct was to tug--

And they didn’t budge. The ink was like tar.

“What in the--” White ink spattered the wall and a blinding light filled his vision. He grunted and squeezed his eyes shut against the stinging illumination. When it faded, he swiveled his head round looking for Wisty-

And caught her out of the corner of his eye sprinting towards him. With a mighty heave, he wretched his right arm free of the ink to deal another devastating blow-

In the blink of an eye, Wisty had taken a mighty leap, vaulting herself upwards using Pinprick’s shoulders. As she shot up into the air, twisting, she aimed the nib of her pen downwards into his face.

“Boom.”

Orange ink streamed. Pinprick was caught in a huge explosion. Dex shielded his face as the heat wave slammed into him.

“Jeezus God, what the hell did Harvey put in those inks??” he muttered to himself.

As the smoke cleared, he could see Pinprick, still standing, his hands free from the black ink, but looking significantly more banged up.

“Yeowzers,” Dex trotted up next to the ghoul to get a closer look at the damage. “That was pretty awesome. Might cause some property damage, though.”

“But really, when don’t we cause just a little property damage?” Pinprick pointed out, dusting himself off.

“Wait...where’d Wisty go?”

“Hmm...did she get blown away from the explosion…?” Pinprick mused. “She was right--”

A stream of bright yellow ink hit his back, and his entire frame spasmed as electricity coursed through him. His body was knocked to the ground as Wisty dropped down from above onto him. Dex barely managed to jump out of the way with a squawk.

“You--little--” Pinprick hissed through gritted teeth, but the girl had a firm grip as she snapped the bracelet around his neck, fighting against her shaking arms as the shocks spread up them.

“Friggin...got it...Geezus…” she huffed.

She slid off Pinprick as he straightened himself up, wincing, yet looking very pleased.

“Well well well, color me surprised, cupcake! What a way to show off what some of those colors can do.”

“Hehe,” Wisty grinned sheepishly, her legs quaking. She tried to take a step forward, but stumbled, opting to lean on her pen for support.

“Tell me, what was that green ink for?”

“Healing. It -huff hff- can heal wounds if applied topically like a- hff- salve. Or you can drink it to- help with something internal.” Her smile looked a little pained. “I guess I’ll be using it a lot, eh?”

Pinprick suddenly looked rather worried, his smile dropping and his brow creasing. “Oh no...I must’ve hit you a little too hard, huh? I’m sorry about that, sometimes I can forget my own strength.”

“D-Don’t apologize! It was really hard, sure, but it was necessary right? You said it yourself, ghouls are scary strong! So if I was able to take you down, then I should be okay with practice! Plus, y’know,” she scratched the back of her head. “I did kinda electrocute you. And make you explode. Twice.”

Pinprick had to nod in agreement with that, his grin returning. “You were quite clever to coax me into getting my hands stuck to the wall. And that light! I couldn’t see a thing.”

“I know I got here like halfway through, but you were pretty impressive out there, rookie,” Dex piped up. “Pretty fast, too. And usin’ your opponent’s size and physical features to your advantage with those twisty moves? You might give even witches a run for their money with smarts like that. But for now, howsabout we call it a day? You look like you’re gonna collapse. Your cheek ain’t lookin so good either.”

Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, throbbing aches began to make themselves known all over Wisty’s body. Her right cheek really, really hurt, and she gingerly pressed her fingers against it, wincing as the swollen flesh protested.

“You two got pretty banged up. How about we head back to BC to getcha patched up?” Dex jerked his thumb back to his bike, which was parked nearby.

“Do forgive me for goin’ so hard on you cupcake. Needed to make sure you were prepared; out there, it could be even more dangerous.” Pinprick reached out and ruffled Wisty’s hair, wiggling her whole head back and forth.

“Oh c’mon Pin, I’m a hugger! Gimme one!”

Pinprick chuckled and picked the girl up with one arm, giving her a squeeze.

“You did very well today! See ya back at BC, cupcake. And you too, Dex,” Pinprick wiggled his fingers in farewell.

“Awwwww C’mon Pin, aren’t I a cupcake too?” Dex asked, his puppy-dog voice belied by the shit-eating grin on his face.

“Absolutely not! Go on now, I’ll see you two back there!” With a mighty leap, Pinprick was off, hopping from roof to roof with ease. Within no time at all he was out of sight. Wisty slumped.

“Urgh, I barely hurt him at all. Look at him doin’ parkour shit while I can barely stand--” Right on cue, her legs buckled. She was saved by Dex, who swooped down and grabbed her under the arms.

“Tracy will get you all fixed in no time. Pinprick only went so hard on you because he felt you had potential you were holding back. His method of bringing it out is to hit as hard as he can, hehe. You seem promising, rookie. I’ll have to be extra careful when we fight.”

“You use GUNS.”

“In the field! Sparring I use blanks. And my lithe body.”

Wisty burst out laughing as Dex helped her to the bike. “You guys are merciless! I don’t wanna do anything until I’m not hurting everywhere.”

“Nothin’ a lil magic n’ a hot bath can’t fix. Aight, get on the back,” Dex said, turning the key in the ignition. “DeeDee likes to go fast, so you might wanna hold on.”

“Okay...uh where…” Wisty hesitantly gripped Dex’s shoulders.

“Here we go!” The bike flared to life and Dex squeezed the handle.

The inertia as they took off was unexpected and Wisty had to momentarily throw her arms around Dex’s middle to keep from tumbling off the back. But soon enough her hands were back to his shoulders as they drove along, buildings and power lines passing by in a blur.

It was exhilarating.

“Not too fast for ya, newbie?”

“It’s awesome! I love going fast!”

“Heh, hang on then!”

Wisty closed her eyes and took a deep breath through her nose, lost in the feeling of the wind as they drove along. This was giving her an idea for…

She opened her eyes.

Ah. Right.

What she would’ve given to see what this all looked like in color. The blurred buildings. The bright moon. Dex’s scarf as it fluttered and danced behind them. He had told her it was red, but what shade of red? What shade were her inks? What if she forgot the colors she knew? Her mouth twisted as tears again stung her eyes. Not that any would fall, the wind was drying them up.

“Hey just so ya know, you might wanna actually hang on to my middle or else you’ll fall off!” Dex called over his shoulder.

“What?” Wisty shouted back right before they went over a bump. She yelped and clung to Dex again. He snorted.

“Soooooo, have you thought about partnering up with anyone?” he asked her.

“Uh...no, not really.”

“Would you like to? Newbies usually tend to, though I don’t think Alphus ever did, heh.”

“I dunno. I mean, I...” The truth was, she’d love to partner up with someone. Like Bianca and Pinprick. They’d been the ones to save her, and she’d gotten pretty attached to them both. After she’d been cursed, it felt like everyone she once had in her life had left. Her friends abandoned her, people she’d known for years. Even now, it was a stubborn ache in her chest that wasn’t going away yet. And BC...the Cadets had taken her in immediately, even when she wasn’t yet sure if she wanted to join. They accepted her, curse, quirks, all of it. They’d given her friendship and comfort.

She wanted to partner up with someone. She’d known these people for such a short time, and each of them had undoubtedly gone through their own horrible shit. Some of them more so than others. Ghouls weren’t seen as people. People without souls were surely damaged and sad to others. People whose eyes reflected no light and oozed black ink were creepy.

Her grip tightened. If Dex noticed, he didn’t say anything as he rounded a corner hard, tires screeching.

“Y’know, you should really wear a helmet, especially driving like this!”

“Naaahhhh, I’m too cool for one!”

“No one is too cool for head safety, my dude.”

“This hair is!”

He weaved easily in and through the crowd. Wisty could see people staring as they flew by. What a strange pair they must look, a boy with glowing white eyes and a girl with black voids for hers. If they could even see them. A couple of freaks, huh?

Couple of freaks.

Those weirdos at Black Cauldron...you’ve been hanging out with them? They’re all freaks!

A smile suddenly found itself creeping across Wisty’s lips.

All freaks? Huh? Well if we can accept each other regardless, then I'll be a freak too.

“...Hehehe.”

Wisty stood up suddenly, her arms spread wide.

“Whooooooo!!!”

“Wisty SIT DOWN! You’re gonna fall off!”

“My balance is really good!”

Luckily for her, and Dex’s blood pressure, a street lined by trees with low-hanging branches forced her to remain seated for the rest of the ride. Her little burst of excitement had sapped the last of her energy, and Wisty rested her cheek against Dex’s back. She felt really tired. Happy. Veeeeeery sore. She closed her eyes, listening to the sounds of the city as they whizzed past.

Tired...

“Alright, we’re here. Hopefully Bianca has that nurse bed ready.” Dex came to a smooth stop in front of the staircase leading up to Black Cauldron. “Let’s get you to Tracy. ... ...Hello? Kiddo?”

He now became aware of Wisty’s weight slumped against his back. He twisted his head round to look back at her. She was fast asleep.

Dex sighed and chuckled to himself. “Damn, you’re really gonna make me carry you up all those stairs? Guess this is what I get for teasing you about the safe word. Hyup-”

With no small amount of effort, Dex hoisted the sleeping teen onto his back and began the trek up the stairs. Wisty let out a soft snore.

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Unexpectedly, it's a kind of future like that.

#and then Wisty slept for 44 years #my writing #fic #story #stories #skz #skullkidz #out in the field #wisteria #wisty #dex put a helmet on

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lilaclovestowrite · 5 years ago

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F l o o f || Keith x Reader

" Can you do more Keith fluff? I don’t have anything specific in mind, just fluffy Keith UwU "

Type: Request from Quotev

Words: 1168

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Pairing: Keith x Reader

Genre: Fluff, typical love story starring a dog lol

Summary: You and Keith go for a walk with Kosmo, only for you to confess your feelings to him...

Warnings: F l o o f

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You were worn out from all the work you had to do today on the Castle. You had the job of an informer for the Paladins—which meant you exchanged information with them throughout battles and travels. Your role was very important, but it was also very tiring. Still, you were thankful to even be there.

Right now, you were transferring new data into your computer for the next mission Voltron went on. With a yawn, you closed your eyes and waited. I barely got any sleep last night—maybe I could catch a few minutes while I’m waiting.

But of course, someone interrupted it.

“Hey—”

“Ergh, can I get any slee—” When you turned around, you saw that it was Keith. Honestly, you had a bit of a crush on him. But he was so busy with being a guardian of the galaxy, you never wanted to bring it up. “UH—KEITH! I’m sorry! I didn’t know it was y—”

“That’s fine,” he excused, letting out a rare chuckle. When he saw how sleepy you looked, he grew slightly concerned. “You look tired—are you okay? I thought you got more sleep last night than usual. . .”

“Oh! Well, uh—actually. . .”

“(Y/N), you said you’d be getting more rest! It’s not healthy to do work when you can barely even function.”

“SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAAAAKKKK!!!” screeched Pidge from the other room. She was thirty feet away yet the dark circles under her eyes were perfectly visible.

Keith crossed his arms. “Yeah, okay.”

You laughed. “Keith, I’m fine! I just got one less hour of sleep than usual. It’s nothing!”

The truth was, you only ever got about three hours of sleep, so that’d make it two. But Keith didn’t have to know that.

“Alright, then. Well—I wanted to ask you something,” he started, his voice becoming a bit quiet.

“Whut?”

“I was gonna take Kosmo for a walk on the next planet we’re stopping by. Would you uh. . .care to join us?”

HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECCCCKKKKK YESSSSSSSS, you screamed internally.

But your real words were, “Well, I suppose.”

The next planet you all landed on was quite beautiful. The leaves on the trees were similar to the ones of a sakura, and the lakes shimmered from the brilliance of the pastel blue sky.

“Wow, it’s certainly a step up from that Balmera planet,” Lance commented.

Shiro slapped him upside the head. “Be nice, ungrateful child.”

Keith kneeled down and rubbed Kosmo’s head. “Alright, are you ready for your walk?”

The way Keith spoke to animals was so adorable. Your heart melted every time you saw it. He was just so gentle and caring with them. That’s when he turned to you with that soft smile of his. It was weird, since he never looked at anyone else with that expression.

“Well, let’s go then.”

You shook with excitement before following by his side. The others watched as you two headed down the grassy trail, away from them.

“Wow, I wonder when they’ll finally start dating,” Pidge smirked.

“WhY WouLd ShE dATe that eMo MullEt wHEn sHE caN have mE And mY uTTeR aWEsoMEneSS?” Lance replied, flexing his stick arms.

“Lance, do you need me to call your therapist again?”

During the walk, Kosmo rolled around in a bed of flowers. You giggled at the sight, while Keith smiled ever-so-slightly.

“Here, Kosmo. Have something a treat!” You bent down and sat on your knees, handing an apple slice to the wolf. Kosmo sniffed at it before accepting it. You looked back at Keith and said, “Don’t worry. Apples are healthy for wolfs, since they include Vitamin A and C~”

Keith looked away to hide his blush. You never knew that he developed feelings for you as well. The reason for that is—you were just so kind and compassionate. You never judged anyone for what they looked like, or who they were. When you found out that he was half-Galra, you never once showed any hint of prejudice. In fact, you helped him realize it was nothing to be ashamed of.

“You’re so nice.”

His words took you by surprise. “Huh?”

He seated himself on a nearby bench, letting Kosmo rest by his side. “You’re so nice. . .to everyone. I just wish you took care of yourself more. I know you didn’t get enough sleep last night—all because you were too busy helping out with Voltron.”

Your heart began to skip. The warmth of blush flooded your face, which made you look down in attempt to conceal it. Some part of you wanted to confess your feelings to him—but it was too much of a risk. “. . .Thank you, Keith.”

He had the same feeling, but he was simply to shy to reveal the truth. But he knew he needed to gather the courage at some point, especially since Shiro bugged him about it nonstop.

You sat yourself down beside him. The decision whether you should confess to him or not, skipped through your mind. Finally, you decided something. “Keith. . .”

“Yeah?”

“We’ve been friends since forever. But lately, I’ve been thinking. . .”

Kosmo plopped his head on your lap, which caused you to stress-pet him. He now regretted ever moving.

“What if we could be more. . .?”

Keith’s eyes widened. “Wait, you mean—more than best friends? You mean like, super mega best friends?”

Kosmo, a wolf, face-palmed.

You quickly backed out. “Er, sure!”

That’s when Pidge screamed, “NO, DIMWIT, SHE MEANS SHE WANTS YOU TO BE HER BOYFRIEND—”

But Shiro immediately pulled her back into the bush they were hiding in. You and Keith only went stiff.

“Wait, boyfriend?” gasped Keith.

You nodded. “YEaH—”

Out of all the years you’ve known him, you’ve never seen him smile as big as he was right now. “YES—I mean, uh, sure.”

You couldn’t believe this was happening. Keith Kogane, your longtime crush, exchanged your feelings. It made you want to squeal, but you didn’t want to scare him away too fast. Instead, you threw your arms around him and gave him a fond hug. He slightly retracted because he wasn’t used to physical contact, but since it was you, he returned it.

Kosmo slid underneath you two and got in the middle of the embrace, which made you both laugh and pet him.

“Aw, just cuz we’re dating now, doesn’t mean you won’t get any less attention~” you told the seventy-pounds of angry floof.

Kosmo had the expression of Doge, which was concerning.

So, you leaned your head on Keith’s shoulder, and let Kosmo snuggle in your lap. Keith placed his jacket around you and rested his eyes. You did the same. It was almost like the world was irrelevant when you were together, like the only thing that mattered was you and Keith. It was so peaceful, which was a change.

Don’t worry, Pidge will send you the pictures of it later.

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rora-s · 4 years ago

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The Derivative Chapter 1: Sixteen

“Abbs come on time to leave” Janice called into the back room at the diner.

“Coming” the teenager replied and grabbed her backpack from the floor. Waving bye to the diner chef she followed her mother out the door.

Janice and Abby loaded into their small sedan. The vehicle was packed full of stuff from clothes to random bit and bobs. They practically lived out of their car for the last couple years until they settled down in the latest apartment and even then they had been hesitant to finally make the move.

“Okay so I was thinking” Janice began as she pulled out of the parking lot.

“Oh that’s dangerous” Abby murmured with a smirk as they drove.

Janice shot her daughter a look. “Well in a few months you’ll be turning the beautiful age of sixteen. And I was wondering what you wanted to do to celebrate? Cause if you want something big I’ll have to start saving now. But of course if you would rather run your mouth-”

“Hey hey hey I had to get this sarcasm somewhere” Abby pointed out.

“Yes your father” Janice replied.

“Yes blame it on the non-existent father in my life” Abby scoffed.

Janice sighed “alright anyway you want to have a celebration or what?”

“I don’t know” Abby shrugged. “It’s not like I want a party or anything maybe us just hanging out?”

“How about a picnic?” Janice suggested pulling up to a red light. Abby gave her a perplexed look. “Lay out a blanket on the floor in the apartment. Get some nice food it could be great”

“Yeah that sounds great Mom” Abby agreed “you’re the best”

“I try” Janice replied.

They both laughed as the light turned green. There was the sound of a blaring horn. The car filled with bright light Abby felt her mother’s hand collide with her chest. She heard the screech of brakes and the crunch of metal.

“Mom!”

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“Abby!” Bang! Bang! Bang! “Come on get up! Your alarms been going for the last ten minutes!”

I groaned in exhausted annoyance and rolled over in my blankets swatting haphazardly at the alarm on my nightstand. There was another round of banging on my bedroom door “I’m up! I’m up!” I yawned sitting up in my bed.

“Listen I got to get to work and you have to get to school so start moving” the man on the other side of my door ordered.

“I am moving” I responded around a second yawn.

“Yeah you totally sound awake” I heard him mutter.

“Hey I heard that” I called and got a scoff in response as he headed on down the hallway.

With a deep breath I got up and started getting ready. My room was pretty plain with a dresser and bed and a couple knickknacks strewn about. I’d only been living in it for a little less than a month which was quite apparent. Though I didn’t have much stuff in the first place. I threw on a t-shirt, jeans, plaid button up, and my well loved and sharpied sneakers.

I headed downstairs with my backpack over my shoulder tossing it on the couch. My biological father was pouring himself some coffee in the kitchen. “Morning” He muttered as I began fixing myself some cereal.

“Morning Don” I replied.

“Listen with this case I’m working I’m probably going to be home late” he started.

“Am I staying at Grandpa’s then?” I inquired.

“Maybe not staying but you’ll be going there after school today” the FBI agent explained.

“Awesome” I responded sarcastically “maybe I’ll get some decent food then”

“Ouch” Don joked as his phone rang. He answered it and went into business mode “Eppes… yeah?” his face fell as he listened to the person on the other line “when? Where?” he checked his watch and I knowingly started eating faster. “Yeah alright I’ll be there as soon as I can… yeah” he hung up and started moving faster grabbing his things.

“Case?” I asked, finishing my cereal and sliding my bowl into the sink.

“Yup come on I have to get you to school and then go to a crime scene” he explained.

“But I haven’t brushed my hair or my teeth yet” I objected standing up as he walked past me to grab his jacket.

“Chew some gum and I don’t know, wear a hat” he offered.

“They don’t allow hats in school” I explained, not dropping the sarcastic edge from my voice.

Don seemed rather frazzled. “Well then I don’t know what to tell you. Now come on” I sighed and grabbed my backpack as we headed out the door. “Since when do you care about your hair anyway?”

I rolled my eyes running my fingers through my short brown hair “you’re the worst parental guardian ever”

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3rd POV.

“Silber’s at work right now at the hospital” Terry informed as her and Don loaded into the truck.

“Alright let’s get heading that way then” the man muttered. Pulling out of the FBI car lot.

They drove for only a couple seconds before Terry spoke up again. “So you were late to the crime scene this morning” it was a cross between a statement and a question.

Don sighed “yeah Abby had a late start and I had to drop her at school”

“Right being a dad’s not that easy huh?” the woman voiced.

Don scoffed in response. “Well I don’t know if I even qualify as a dad yet.” he explained “she definitely doesn’t call me one. This morning I was dubbed the worst parental guardian ever”

“Well she called you her parent sorta” Terry offered.

Don chuckled lightly “yeah sorta”

“Relax Don, she's a moody fifteen year old girl who just came to live with her birth father. She needs some time to adjust” the profiler explained as they turned onto the street with the hospital.

“Sixteen this weekend actually” Don informed.

“Really?” Terry looked to the man in surprise. “You guys doing anything? Party? Something?”

Don shrugged “I got her a present. A ball cap.” Terry shot her partner a pointed look “what? I don’t know what teenage girls are into these days. And as for a party with what friends?” The two agents climbed out of the car in front of the large hospital. “She hates school, never really even talks to anybody.”

“She’s gifted right? Like your brother the mathematician?” the woman inquired.

“In a different way but yeah” Don nodded. “Took college algebra in fifth grade from what I understand and can remember anything she’s ever read. Actually she reads anything you put in her hand faster than the average person”

“Well then it makes sense she would hate school. She’s not learning anything” Terry voiced.

“Yeah well they won’t put her in an advanced program cuz she doesn’t have a solid school report history” Don explained “I don’t even think she was ever in the 1st or 2nd grade even”

Terry nodded as they entered the hospital elevator “you know it might help if you actually talk to her about it.”

“Yeah” Don sighed as the doors closed.

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Abby POV.

I sat in yet another class bored out of my mind. I was two chapters ahead of my teacher and classmates in all of my classes and most of the topics they discussed I had learned about already.

“Now the derivative is a way to show the rate of change. That is, the amount by which a function is changing at one given point. For functions that act on the real numbers, it is the slope of the tangent line at a point on a graph…”

I tuned out my teacher and rested my head on my desk. I had positioned myself in the very back corner of the classroom as to attract the least attention from my teacher and peers. Reaching into my backpack I pulled out my blinders. My medical grade sunglasses like eye cover that I put on to block out all visual stimuli. They were given to me by a doctor that examined me for my memory while I was in the foster system.

As I rested there isolating my mind from the world I began to dwell on the various things that rested in the back of my mind. However one topic I tended to shy away from. A topic that was getting harder to avoid. My birthday.

It was coming up and I wasn’t completely certain I wanted to do anything for it. Me and my mom had talked about how we were going to celebrate it. But she was gone now and Don. I doubted he even remembered it was coming.

The bell rang pulling me from my thoughts. I slipped my blinders to the top of my head and grabbed my stuff. Heading for the door. “Abby” I turned to the teacher who was sitting at her desk. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

I shifted in my path for the door and walked over to Mrs. Clive’s desk. “What do you need.”

She gave me a look and picked up a book from her desk handing it to me. “I saw your birthday was this weekend. Got you this”

I took the book from her and looked at it. The book was Grim Grotto by Lemony Snicket. A book I had been after since its release earlier this year. “Thank you” I murmured.

“Ms. Rampart from the library said that you had been pestering her about it since you joined us so I figured it must be something you’re interested in” Clive informed.

“Yeah I got hooked on it and read up to current last year,” I explained.

“You know with the monster stories you come in here with I wouldn’t have figured you for the series of unfortunate events” Clive voiced.

I scoffed “yeah and what would you figure I’d read?”

Clive grinned back “war and peace”

I shrugged “read that years ago”

The woman nodded “well go on or you’ll miss your bus”

“Thank you Mrs. Clive, for the book” I told her.

“You’re welcome Abby and happy birthday” she smiled.

“Thanks” I nodded heading out of her classroom. Mrs. Clive was probably my favorite teacher at this school though she was a little too observant on some things. She always took the time to ask me how I was and never got mad at me for not paying attention in class. Of course she did get annoyed when I didn’t turn in homework on time. She knew I could do it.

I had to jog to get to my bus on time and as I was one of the last ones on I had to sit next to some kid who was half standing on the seat turned around talking to his friend. I was thankful that my stop was quick on the route.

Hopping off I walked up to my grandfather’s house and let myself in the front door. “Abby! Is that you?” he called.

“Yeah gramps” I called back.

He appeared shortly after “ah hey how was your day?”

“Fine” I shrugged, tossing my backpack on the couch. “Is uncle Charlie here?”

“Uh yeah upstairs I think” he replied. “You want a snack?”

“No I'm good” I settled onto the couch and opened the book Clive had gotten me.

“The grim grotto” Alan read aloud. “Sounds interesting”

“Yeah it’s from Lemony Snicket's series of Unfortunate Events” I explained.

“Seems like a light read for you” the man commented sitting down in one of the chairs nearby and picking up the paper.

“Why does everyone keep saying that?” I exclaimed exasperatedly.

“Because you read twice as fast as the average person and have an Advanced Eiaditic memory” Alan explained.

“It’s Advanced Eidetic” I corrected “and just because I read faster doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy a small book like this”

“If you say so” Alan sighed seemingly annoyed with me “so what’s so fascinating about this book series anyway”

“I don’t know” I replied honestly as I shifted on the couch pulling my feet up “I guess I can relate to being bounced around all the time from place to place under unfortunate circumstances” My grandfather made a humming noise and finally ended his questioning as I turned my attention back to my book. We both returned to our normal after school reading silence.

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“Donnie!” I heard my father’s announced arrival from gramps before I saw the man himself

“Brisket. Must be Friday.” Don murmured as I came wandering out of the kitchen to see him.

“What’s up?” Alan inquired of his eldest son.

“I didn’t have time to drive home. Can I catch a shower here, maybe borrow a clean shirt?” the man requested.

“Yeah, sure, be my guest.” Alan agreed easily.

“So much for 'not staying'” I commented knowingly.

Don sighed, turning to look at me. “Yeah sorry kid. Case took a turn”

“It’s fine” I muttered in reply. I knew Don’s work could be trying sometimes and keep him away from home for long periods of time. Which led to me spending half my time staying at my grandfather’s house.

“Yeah well it’s nice having you around the house anyway” Alan told me as Don turned to head upstairs. “And tell your brother to come down for dinner” Gramps called after his eldest son.

“If the food’s done he’s probably on his way already” I joked taking a seat at the table.

Alan scoffed and turned back to Don. “you want some there’s plenty”

“No, I can’t.” The FBI agent objected, removing his tie and tossing it on the table “I got to get back to work.”

As Don left to go upstairs Charlie appeared. “Abby? When did you get here?”

I exchanged a look with Alan who was pouring water into everyone’s glasses. “A couple weeks ago Uncle C” I called in a sarcastic reply. Which earned me a look from my uncle.

I saw the man’s attention shift to the maps my father had brought in with him. I got up to go look over his shoulder at them. “Hey you two that’s Don’s work. Probably be better if you not mess with it”

“We’re just looking at the map gramps” I responded over my shoulder as I took in the information surrounding the thirteen little red dots on this map. My brain kicked into autopilot as it began various calculations.

“Well then just the map then none of the files” Alan ordered “you hear me”

“Yeah dad we hear you” Charlie responded this time. However from his tone you could tell his mind was somewhere else.

“You think there’s something here?” I asked.

“Maybe” Charlie breathed out as we both continued to analyze the data. “We could help” Charlie was talking lightly both our minds processing the information on the maps with mathematical precision. “Crime scenes”

“Tracking, rating, origin point” I muttered looking at the scattered red dots. Me and Charlie looked at each other both realizing the same thing at the same time.

“Charlie, Abby, what do you think you’re doing?” I turned as Don’s voice came from behind. He was done with his shower.

“Crime scenes” Charlie replied seemingly unaware of Don’s obvious annoyance “what kind of crimes?”

“Get away from here” Don snapped folding up the map quickly “these are confidential case files”

“I already saw the map it’s imprinted on my memory” I replied pointedly. “It doesn’t really matter whether you put it up now or not and we didn’t get in the files.”

“She’s telling the truth.” Alan called from where he was feeding his pet bird. “They just looked at the map. I made sure they didn’t go through anything else.”

“Good,” Don grumbled, grabbing his tie.

“Thirteen crime scenes spread over a contained region. You guys are analyzing the significance of those locations?” Charlie inquired of Don as the older brother tied his tie in the mirror on the wall. I stayed over by the table Charlie followed him.

“Yeah, it’s called predictive analysis.” Don explained “the FBI pioneered it. I trained in it at Quantico, and it doesn’t work on sado-serial crimes. There’s no way to predict the location of the next attack.”

“You know, I helped you out on that stock fraud mess,” Charlie began and I rolled my eyes at his obvious bid. “And the IRS extortion case.”

“Yeah. This is different.” Don objected finishing his tie and turning away from his brother “it’s not about numbers”

“Everything is numbers” Charlie stated and looked to me as Don grabbed his jacket. I shrugged beyond a couple theories there was nothing that I could see us being able to help with or at least not that I could with my limited knowledge. Uncle Charlie sighed and turned to the backyard something caught his eye and I watched as the gears turned in his head. “Don. Hey.” he turned quickly and went after his brother. “Um, can I show you something really quick?”

“No, Charlie I got to get-” Don attempted to argue but his rebellion was futile. As Charlie continued to pester and managed to draw him over to the window facing the backyard. I followed behind them curious to what the mathematician had come up with.

“Check this out.” Charlie gestured outside “you see the sprinkler, yeah?”

“Yeah I see the sprinkler” Don muttered clearly uninterested.

“You see the drops?”

“Yep. See the drops”

Then it clicked in my mind what he was thinking “Even using math there’s no practical way to predict where the next water drop will land” Charlie began his explanation and I walked closer. “There’s too many variables. However, say I couldn’t see the sprinkler. From the pattern of the drops, I could calculate its precise location.”

“The origin point” I voiced.

Charlie flashed me a proud grin then turned back to Don who seemed to slowly be getting the idea “it’s not about predicting the next site. It’s finding what the sites have in common. The point of origin” he nodded to me.

“Charlie, you’re saying you can tell us where the killer lives?” Don inquired.

“Yeah” the mathematician nodded.

“And I can help,” I added.

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“The movements of a serial perpetrator are defined by his needs. He watches potential victims. Avoiding detection, he’ll frequent public areas, parks, streets that don’t get a lot of traffic, waiting for moments of isolations.” Don explained pacing back and forth in the dining room.

“Isolated areas, high probability of attacks.” Charlie murmured scribbling on the pad of paper in front of him.

“Tv distracting you?” Alan inquired as he passed by the table from the kitchen. “I could turn it off”

“No, it's fine, dad.” Don objected, he glanced over at me sitting in a chair in front of the tv and I quickly diverted my eyes as the brother’s continued to talk.

Moments later Alan came over and sat down in the seat next to mine. I sighed and turned to my grandfather “This is so unfair I can help”

“You’re a teenager Abby not an adult” Alan replied with his eyes on the tv. “Let them work”

“I'm a teenager with a near genius IQ living with an overprotective jerk” I muttered.

“I heard that” Don called from where he sat on the table.

“Yeah well it’s a fact” I called over to him.

“She is capable Don” Charlie agreed “and her help would be valuable”

“I said no I mean no. You’re just a kid. You don’t have clearance and I’m not letting you get involved in a criminal case” The agent put his foot down. “Now can you just listen to me for once?”

“I listen I just don’t follow” I muttered scooting down in my chair. Alan shot me a look out of the corner of his eye.

“I get the sense that this is about more than just you wanting to help on this case” the elder man inferred. I crossed my arms and tried to focus in on what Don and Charlie were saying. “This wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with your birthday being this weekend.”

“It’s not about that” I objected in a tone that was probably more snap than I intended. Sitting up I saw Don looking at me. I sighed, getting up and heading out to the backyard I couldn’t deal with this today.

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3rd POV.

Don left Charlie to do his equations and settled to watch the baseball game with his father. “You going to go talk to her?” Alan inquired after a moment.

Don sighed glancing over to the back door Abby had stormed out of. “No she needs to cool off”

“Still” the grandfather muttered.

“Still what? She’s a teenager, you really want me getting her involved in a criminal case?” Don voiced.

“No, no that’s not what I’m saying Don” Alan sighed “listen it’s her sixteenth birthday this weekend”

“Yeah” Don muttered “I know I got her a present”

Alan let off an annoyed breath “Donnie it’s her first birthday without her mother. It’s her first birthday with a father.” Don sighed and looked to the ground. “Have you even talked to her about Janice at all?”

Don shifted in his seat “I don’t know dad she doesn’t want to talk what am I supposed to do?”

“Donnie there’s a difference between not wanting to talk and not knowing how to,” Alan explained, “and unfortunately it’s a trait she seemed to have inherited from you.”

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“Let’s go” Don ordered the gathered group of agents. Heading for his desk as they dispersed to get everything done.

“Another day” Terry voiced over his shoulder he glanced back at her before refocusing on his files. “That means the case cuts into Abby’s birthday this weekend doesn’t it?”

“Yeah well she’s staying with my dad” Don muttered, closing the file and tossing it aside.

“Are you at least going to call her or something?” Terry inquired.

“It’s too late now I will in the morning” the man replied, rising from his desk and heading off.

Terry sighed watching him walk away. “Yeah if you remember”

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Abby POV.

White light filled my view, tires screeched, horns honked, a hand slammed into my chest, the crunch of metal, a scream. “Mom!”

I startled awake sitting up on the couch. Thunder crashed outside. I removed the blinders from my eyes. “Abby are you alright” I turned as Alan came into the living room. “I heard you yell.”

“Uh yeah” I replied as my heart rate slowed back down. “It was just a dream”

“Are you sure you’re alright?” the man inquired further. However just then the door opened and in came Charlie. He looked like a drowned rat. “Aw Charlie don’t tell me you went biking out in this weather”

“I had to go by my office” the man replied as he settled down at the table pulling the FBI case files out of his bag. He was obviously shaken by something.

The front door opened again and in came Don. “Hey guys, what's up?” he asked, seeming deflated. “Charlie you’re soaked”

“Yes I’m aware” the younger man replied.

Don removed his jacket and went for the coffee in the kitchen as I wandered over to the dining room. Which seemed to be the place everyone was congregating. Our reflections shown in the darkened rain streaked windows. Don reappeared shortly after with a mug of coffee. He placed it on the table and began pacing the room.

“I can’t get my head around it.” Charlie voiced after a moment.

“What are we missing?” Don ran along the same thought “where’s the problem? And how do we make it work? We need to make it work” he stated the last part more forcefully.

It was weird watching him work. The gears turning in his head. “We need to retest it. We need another run.” Charlie declared standing and going up to Don who was still pacing.

“Well that’s not going to happen” the agent objected, turning to his younger brother.

“Well, look I know that it’s gonna be hard for you to talk your boss into doing it again,” the mathematician tried “but we can’t stop after one attempt-”

“Charlie” Don tried to interrupt however the professor continued to truck on.

“New methods require repeated trials-”

“Charlie, I’m not on the case anymore.” Don explained finally. “Okay?”

“Why?” Charlie inquired.

I sighed and watched the look exchanged between Alan and Don. “because my supervisor wanted fresh eyes on it.” I could tell he was lying.

“Well, maybe the math is not the problem” Alan suggested suddenly.

“What do you mean?” Charlie questioned.

“Well, you just said that there was something you couldn’t get your head around,” Alan elaborated further “and I know for a fact that it can’t be the math.”

“What else is there?” Charlie sighed. Then it clicked like it was obvious.

“The people” I voiced causing all of them to look at me like they had just realized my existence. “The math can only predict what people will do acting within certain parameters what if this guy acts outside of your preconceived notions of human behavior?” I offered.

“Hey, maybe they’re right” Don nodded walking past me back to the window to point at the water spraying outside. “I mean, this sprinkler. That totally made sense. That you could track back from the location and find out where the guy lives. Right? Totally made sense.” he turned from his father and brother to look at me. “Maybe we’re thinking about this guy in too narrow a focus.”

“Are you saying I need to consider more than his criminal activities?” Charlie seemed confused.

“No not exactly” Don explained “I’m saying we maybe need to consider more than just where he lives. Like Abby said. You know look at me. If you designed an equation to find my origin, you wouldn’t get my apartment ‘cause I’m almost never there. My base would be my office.”

I looked to Charlie as he meandered over toward the window the gears in his head spinning. The math forming in his mind. “Which means we use his home and his work as points of origin.”

“Exactly” Don agreed.

“I can design an equation to identify two hot zones.” Charlie muttered eyes still transfixed on the window. “Why didn’t I think of that?” he questioned, turning back to us. “Don… Dad… Abby.” he looked to us each individually. “That’s brilliant”

It wasn’t long before the boys were packing it up and heading back to Don’s office. Both invigorated by the discovery. Once they were gone Alan turned to me. “You should get to bed, it’s late and tomorrow is a rather important day.”

I nodded slightly as he turned to head to the kitchen “Do you think he knows?” I voiced almost not meaning to. “Do you think Don remembers that it’s my birthday tomorrow?”

Alan sighed looking back at me. “Abby, Don can get wrapped up in his work but uh, he’s never been one to forget what’s important.” I bit my lip and looked to the floor thinking. “Alright now up to bed”

“Goodnight gramps”

“Goodnight Abby” the man smiled at me as I headed for the stairs.

I reached the room that had at one point been Don’s and collapsed on the bed. My world had been a lot smaller when it was just me and my mom. A lot scarier and a whole lot less normal but definitely smaller and less complicated.

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I was startled awake again from the same dream, the same memory. I slowed my breaths and got up from the bed. Dawn had barely set in and light wasn’t very prevalent outside. I paced back and forth in the room. Thinking over everything before finally making a decision.

I threw on some clothes, grabbed my backpack and headed out of the room. I crept through the house quietly as not to wake Gramps snoring down the hall. As I reached the front door I paused looking back at the house before ducking out and running.

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3rd POV.

Don sighed as he packed away the last couple files on his desk. The case was finally closed and he was exhausted. He glanced over and saw a small stack of books on his desk wrapped in a bow. He pulled it closer to him and looked at the card on them. To: Abby From: Terry.

“Figured you could give it to her for me” the female agent spoke up causing Don to turn to her.

“Yeah sure” he agreed.

Terry gave him a smile. “Go home Don and celebrate your daughter’s birthday” she instructed him.

Don nodded as she left. He sat there for a moment thinking about everything today meant. Sixteen years ago today he had become a father and he hadn’t even known it. Then a couple weeks ago he had been told and expected to start acting like a Dad. Don sure didn’t feel like a father. Anytime he talked to Abby it felt weird like he couldn’t find the words or she would just give him sarcasm. It was easier just not to talk at all. He had no idea what he was doing and she certainly didn’t seem to want him around.

Don let off a breath and rose from his seat gathering up his things. Then his phone rang glancing at his caller ID he was surprised to see it was his father “hey dad what’s-”

“Abby’s missing” Alan interrupted.

Don immediately felt like he couldn’t breath. His heart rate picked up and his lungs felt empty. “What?”

“She’s missing. Gone.” Alan repeated he sounded scared himself “I went to wake her up this morning and she just wasn’t there”

Every worse case scenario started shooting through Don’s mind. Where could she be? Could she be hurt? Kidnapped? Lost somewhere? Scared? He couldn’t think straight as fear coursed through his veins.

“Alright call the cops put out an Amber alert” Don suggested “see- see if she’s with Charlie or something. I’ll try her cell and go look at- ah the library, the apartment. Places she might go”

He was talking extremely fast he realized as the cop side of him battled with a side of him he’d never felt before. A kind of pure terror and concern that he couldn’t even begin to quantify as he grabbed his coat and bolted for the elevator hanging up on his father and speed dialing his daughter’s number. She didn’t answer. He tried again and again as he reached his car. This couldn’t be happening. Where was she?

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Don was driving away from the library as his phone rang. He answered it without even glancing at the caller ID hoping to hear his daughter’s voice on the other line. He was disappointed.

“Don”

“Charlie I can’t talk right now. Abby is-”

“I know Dad told me” Charlie informed “He also said she was upset-”

“She’s always moody Charlie what are you saying?” Don snapped probably a little more harshly than he meant to.

“I think I know where she is” Charlie spoke quickly as not to be cut off by his frantic older brother.

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Don cursed himself for not realizing it sooner. After all his worrying and frantic searching why hadn’t he looked here first? As he pulled to a stop and got out of his truck he felt himself slow as relief washed over him.

Sitting in the grass not too far off was Abby. She was staring at one of the various stones of the cemetery. Don sighed and walked over to her somberly.

Nothing was said as he sat down next to her. He didn’t need to read the name of the stone to guess whose it was. Janice Calvin. His ex-girlfriend and Abby’s mother.

“You know you scared everyone half to death” he finally stated after a moment.

“Sorry” the girl replied, looking to her feet. “I should have left a note or something. I just wanted to be alone here for awhile.”

“Yeah” Don let off a breath just relieved she was okay.

“It’s my sixteenth birthday” Abby muttered, turning back to the stone but still not looking at him.

“I know I got you a present,” Don replied softly.

“Mom and me had been planning my sweet sixteen before..” Abby trailed looking to the ground. “It was just going to be the two of us. We were going to cook and have a picnic in our apartment. We couldn't do much because you know we didn’t have a lot of money. But we were going to have each other.”

“I’m so sorry Abby” Don told her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders hesitantly. “Your mother loved you”

“I know she did I just- I just miss her” Abby sniffed and for the first time. Don saw his daughter cry. He felt a part of him inside falter. Like something had broken or shifted.

“I miss her too.” Don explained. “Your mother was an incredible person. And my biggest regret was letting her go”

“Do you think if she would have stayed- if she would have told you,” Abby questioned. “That things would have been different? That we would have..” The girl trailed but her question was clear.

“I don’t know Abbs but” Don sighed and finally he understood what his own father had been trying to tell him all this time. “Abby I have no idea what I’m doing here. I’ve missed so much of your life to the point I- I didn’t even know what to get you for your birthday. I just-” he paused biting his lip. “I just feel like we’ve both been living with each other these last few weeks and not actually trying to have a relationship because it’s scary and complicated but Abby.” he sighed “today when dad called and told me you were missing.. I’ve never been more scared in my entire life.” Abby looked up at him as tears streaked down her face. “Now I know your mom loved you and Abby so do I alright?”

“Alright” she managed but in the next second Abby wrapped her arms around Don’s middle as she broke into sobs. Don just held her in his arms holding back his own tears.

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Abby POV.

It was late. After the cemetery Don had called and told everyone that I was safe. I felt bad putting them through all of that. I just hadn’t realized how many people would freak out had I gone missing. I was sitting at my desk in my own room reading one of the books Terry had gotten me quietly.

There was a knock on my door. I paused in my reading and rose from my chair. Opening it I wasn’t exactly surprised to see my father standing outside. “What?” I inquired with minor annoyance at being disturbed. Though after everything that happened today I didn’t have much energy left to be annoyed.

“Come on I’ve got a surprise for you” Don replied ignoring my sarcasm.

“What?” I repeated exasperatedly curious for what this surprise could be.

“Come on” Don scoffed, ushering me out of my room and toward the living room. I dragged my feet and had to practically be shoved out by my determined father.

My irritated rebellion ended however as we exited the stairs. The coffee table had been moved and various colorful lights were hanging all around. In the center was a blanket laid out with something like a picnic setting. “Now I know it’s probably not exactly what you and your mom planned but..” Don sighed stepping around to look me in the face as I stared around in awe “Happy Birthday Abby”

“Thanks D- Don” I replied. Stumbling on the name as the word Dad nearly slipped from my mouth. He smiled and we settled down on the blanket to eat. Talking and laughing and joking. It was a fun night and after all of it I was really happy to have my dad in my life.

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G1 Episode 30: Transcript

Episode Show Notes

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[Stinger]

S: Black, like it’s-

O: Yes, it's completely black. Like straight fucking coffee. It is the sludge from hell.

[Intro Music]

O: Hello, welcome to the Afterspark Podcast, an episode by episode recap of the Generation 1 Transformers cartoon. I'm Owls!

S: And I'm Specs.

O: And today we're gonna be talking about episode number 30: Day of the Machines! Let's talk about giant robots today, shall we?

S: Yeah.

O: [Laughter] We start with, of course: Midnight, Quantum Laboratories, home of America's most secret inventions.

S: A security guard finds some um, “misplaced” items- ah, some very familiar misplaced items. [Laughter] Oh-

O: Hi, Soundwave! So the guard picks up- a picks up Soundwave along with a box and a guitar case and takes them to the Lost and Found.

S: It looked like it was in someone's office. Sooooo, why does the security guard uh, take it to Lost and Found? Why does he even do that? I mean, he says something about the absent-minded professor being at it again. Um, does this mean he just does this with anything that's left in people's offices?

O: He is like the most passive-aggressive security guard ever. [Laughter] (Or whatever he is.) Because, like, oh that would be super annoying every time you come in it's like, where- where's my office plant? I guess, you know, Roger took it back to the lost and found cuz Roger is a jerk.

S: Yeah.

O: [Laughter]

S: Laserbeak and Soundwave transform and uh, Soundwave tosses a key to Laserbeak, telling him to release Megatron.

O: And, oh my god, Megatron’s in the frickin’ guitar case. Why didn't he just transform instead of them unlocking it? Why do they care about the structural integrity of this random guitar case?

S: Maybe it would be uncomfortable to transform and burst out of it? It’s- I don't know.

O: Okay, so Megatron doesn't like being uncomfortable. Is that why he was in a plush guitar case?

S: Obviously.

O: [Laughter] He’s gotta ride in comfort!

S: Once Megatron's free Soundwave grabs the box and Megatron blasts the Lost and Found, uh, door?-

O: Gate.

S: Gate-

O: They were like in a kind of gated, like, a clear fence area if that makes sense.

S: Yeah.

O: Chain-link fence, that’s the word I’m looking for, sorry.

S: Yeah- Megatron blasts the a- chain-link entrance to the Lost and Found with his fusion cannon.

O: And yet the guitar case will survive this! It just gets left behind.

S: That's a lot of attention to detail for something that does not matter at all.

O: [Laughter] Right?! Megatron and Soundwave then subvert some tanks by flying over them undetected.

S: You know, in the gentle glow of the moonlight.

O: I'm sorry, I'm still stuck on the whole “Megatron being somewhat subtle” here thing.

S: It's Megatron, what can you do?

O: [Snicker]

S: So Megatron, uh, blasts a hole in the roof of the building that they land on.

O: Well, okay, subtle for him. [Laughter] We are then introduced to the most powerful computer on earth, TORQ III.

S: This implies the existence of TORQs I and II, so what happened to them? For that matter, why is it Decepticon-scaled?

O: No one knows, although I do love the image of TORQ I and II being shoved into, like, a broom closet somewhere. Probably rather glad they're in that broom closet, considering what happens to TORQ III after this.

S: Yeah.

O: So, Megatron then... reprograms TORQ III to serve only him by using this really phallic looking thing that comes out of his helm.

S: It's a literal mind fuck, guys.

O: Literally! That looks like that is what is happening!

S: Yes!

O: Very, very much! [Laughter]

S: Yes, like you weren’t watching that bit when we scripted this and then I threw it out and then when we rewatched it and you were like, “Eeeaaaurgh!”

O: Yeah, I was like, “Okay sure, mind fuck,” cuz I'm like looking down and typing and then I look up, when I had to rewind for some reason and I was like, “Oh my god!” [Laughter] And she’s like, “Yeah, that’s why I said it!” I’m like, I wasn’t looking. [Laughter] Well, that image will never leave my head. Great!

S: And now it's in yours!

O: [Laughter] Or it will be! We have screenshots. Anyway, TORQ begins blaring, “Illegal access! Illegal access!”

S: Oh, that brings to mind so many bad things.

O: Yeah, it does! Yikes!

S: “It certainly is,” Megatron replies.

O: It's amazing. I love it. [dissolves into laughter]

S: Oh god, the computers’ screen-face-thing is purple, so what were these people thinking? This is like Decepticon catnip. Did they hear it was purple and decided they needed to have it, in addition to it being the most powerful computer?

O: No, Megatron heard it was purple and decided they needed- needed to have it. [Laughter]

S: He would. So, Megatron, being himself, procedes to program it with his personality because what could be better? More of him!

O: Okay, bu- but why does sticking his head-dick into the computer make it into a copy of him? I have so many questions right now, the first of which is, why would this be a good idea?! Did Megatron just forget he's a complete total bastard who doesn't like authority?

S: Obviously, there's no one better than him so…

O: That's fine and dandy until the thing tries to rebel against you and, I'm like, it’s you, of course it's going to.

S: It's a blind spot he has.

O: Obviously. Soundwave and Megatron, then open the box they had brought in with them, and put the microchips inside onto these really strange looking robots around the lab TORQ is in.

S: Yeah, yeah, I mean what possible applications these robots have? How do they function? One’s got noodly arms that don't even- that they don't nearly seem like they should be able to lift anything. And they're all just sort of scattered around the lab higgledy-piggledy.

O: Yeah.

S: In a line? Or something, I don’t know.

O: It's weird.

S: Once the microchips, apparently called ‘circuit linkers’, touch the other robots TORQ can control them.

O: He then uses Soundwave for target practice. Another lovely character for my shit list, apparently.

S: Owls is developing quite a shit list.

O: I am! I've got my hit list. The funny thing is there will be several that will die. Foreshadowing for the movie.

S: [Laughter]

Unfortunately, characters I actually like will die so I don't really think that gets me, you know, anything, honestly.

S: [Laughter] There's no net gains there.

O: There’s no net gains here.

S: And so, elsewhere, two scientists are working super late, wondering if they made TORQ- TORQ III even though it's not specified here- you know, too smart.

O: And TORQ could control the whole world, uh, whatever would we do if the wrong person got ahold of him, uh, you know, so, you mean, like right now, this very second!

S: Ah, one of the scientists notices that it's, you know, fucking after midnight and says they should go home and get some sleep.

O: He says “we.” Are the scientists lovers?

S: It's possible. Maybe they're married?

O: It’s getting spicy tonight, baby. Welcome to Dr. Love’s laboratory! And so as he turns to leave- or as one of the scientists turns to leave, the robot controlled door closes and locks them in. When they go to call maintenance, TORQ tells them that maintenance can't help them.

S: This is why robot doors are bad, guys.

O: Or, not having a secondary method in which to exit, at least, is very bad.

S: Yeah, the other scientist um, starts for rebuild- rebuilding his, ah, little TV phone into something that can call long distance in order to call for help because, I guess, TORQ does not control the phone lines.

O: Or won't, if he rebuilds it?

S: I guess? I don’t know. Elsewhere, by dawn's morning light, Megatron, Rumble, and Frenzy are flying around, putting more of the control chips onto some oil tankers because that's how that works, I guess?

O: Di- did you know oil tankers come in fleets, Specs?

S: It seems like so much wasted effort went into the shot. They clearly drew all of these ships individually.

O: Ah, the days before digital animation and coloring, I think.

S: But they could have just Xeroxed one of them and been done-

O: [Laughter] Or even traced! Maybe, I guess.

S: I mean, look at 101 Dalmatians, they did fuckin Xerox-

O: That’s true-

S: So many Xeroxed dalmatians-

O: Shit, that's right, there are a ton of Xeroxed dogs. [Laughter] Elsewhere, at the Ark, Teletraan warns Optimus that there's skullduggery afoot!

S: A bunch of oil tankers are converging near the Decepticon base which- is in the middle of the ocean?

O: In the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, according to this map. To which I have to ask, how the hell did Carly get in there a few episodes back?

S: She chartered a plane, a train, and an automobile, and then teeny-weeny little boat.

O: Well, while I do certainly think Carly is capable of that, considering she's badass. I refuse to believe this map is accurate and they have to be in the Pacific Ocean. It just seems too close to the Autobot base in other episodes not to be. If, regardless, if they drove all the way to Washington DC no problem in that one episode. Either that or the platform isn't built on top of their base as the dialogue seems to imply and it's just, you know, one of their bases of the week.

S: Which they do seem to have so many of those.

O: They do have a lot of those.

S: Yeah and so, well, Optimus smells a rat named Megatron.

O: I mean, he's not wrong.

S: He really isn't and, uh, so Quantum Labs is finally able to get a hold of Optimus, I think, through Teletraan. I don't remember.

O: Yeah, I mean, Teletraan 1 basically operates as their phone so-

S: Yeah.

O: -Yes.

S: Yeah. So, the scientists at Quantum Labs warns them about TORQ's sudden case of the evils.

O: And Optimus is ready to head towards the Lab. Hound offers to investigate the oil tankers all converging in the middle of the goddamn Atlantic Ocean.

S: You're not a boat, Hound. You're really not.

O: It's ok, Skyfire’s gonna come. Skyfire and Spike. [Laughter] You know, the dream team!

S: Optimus transforms and, um, Wheeljack, Prowl, Sideswipe, and Ironhide are suddenly right there! Right there! Where the hell did those guys come from?

O: Through the power of camera angles they were there the whole time.

S: Prime's group arrives at the Labs and Optimus rips the crossing barrier off so they can enter before, you know, being shot at by, you know, the robots. Or tanks?

O: They are attacked by all the tanks from before, that apparently don't have any humans controlling them.

S: Oh, oh so that's why they were so useless earlier.

O: Oh, yeah, probably.

S: The Autobots are surrounded by this plethora of vehicles as Optimus channels Charlie Brown, “Good grief!”

O: Or Jotaro from JoJo's Strange Adv- Bizarre Adventure.

S: Yeah, Being cars themselves, they got the brilliant idea to, um, shoot out the tires on the attacking vehicles.

O: This only gets them so far, so Optimus Prime speed dials the Dinobots by pressing his abs.

S: Ah, ab cell-phone service.

O: I mean, it was the 80’s. I mean, why not make the cell phone your entire ab if it's got to be huge? Might as well, right? I mean, at least, you save a little space, but that being said you would think it’s in his helmet considering the little antenna a few episodes back. But continuity? What's that?

S: And I’m just imagining someone going up and knocking on your grill while in truck mode.

O: [Laughter] “Optimus Prime call Dinobots! Dinobots smash gas station!” [Laughter] “Wait, no!”

S: So Peter Cullen talks to himself for a few lines and the Dinobots arrived with Grimlock in the lead.

O: Good thing Peter Cullen only does Prime and Ironhide because if we had to say that- if we said that joke for every time Welker talked to himself it would be absurd.

S: We'd be here all day.

O: We would be here all day!

S: Optimus orders the Dinobots to smash here-

O: Which, obviously, being Dinobots they comply, there is much mayhem and explosions.

S: Yep. So, apparently, the doors are controlled by a computer but not the windows because the two scientists are able to shout to the Autobots from their open window.

O: I also am laughing because a lot of like ah, multi-story buildings that are, like, work places you can't even open the windows.

S: Especially now. You might have been able to in the ‘80’s.

O: Yeah.

S: But, uh- but, uh-

O: Definitely be a question because probably not every place had AC either.

S: Yeah.

O: So I imagine it would have been more common. Sludge gives Optimus a lift to the window and he helps the two scientists escape.

S: Optimus asks a question and then um, answers it himself with, you know, the answer, of course, being Megatron.

O: He's basically, like, a machine rebellion!

S: The scientists are confused as TORQ shouldn't be able to control things that aren't, you know, specifically designed for it. Then Sparkplug shows up to explain about the chips the Decepticons have been using them. Um.

O: Where did he come from? Why are characters poofing into existence so much in this episode?

S: The power of convenience.

O: The power of convenience. Optimus then takes the chip from Sparkplug and sticks it into his arm.

S: Optimus, why would you do that? It's controlled everything else it's touched just by touching it.

O: But not him, apparently. The Autobots are led to TORQ’s hangar but the door is locked.

S: To quote Optimus, “Thankfully, I have a delicate lock-picking technique.”

O: That technique is blasting the door- [Laughter]

S: And-

O: Let it never be said that Optimus doesn't have a sense of humor.

S: Oh, oh god, he definitely has a sense of humor.

O: It's just dad humor.

S: Yeah, and so the Autobots are attacked by those funky looking machines that we saw earlier before we jet on over to Skyfire and company.

O: Apparently the Decepticons plan is to collect all the oil from the tankers and pump it down to their base but, oh no, the oil platform is protected by an unbreakable shield.

S: We've seen that one before.

O: How the heck didn’t the Autobots see the Cons building this giant freaking platform in the middle of the fucking ocean!

S: They're just not paying attention to the goddamn oceans, I don't know.

O: The Sky Spy, you have Sky Spies!

S: Yep, they land on one of the tankers. Hound and Spike exiting from Skyfire’s crotch hatch.

O: Of course.

S: They ask the captain to hide them so they can get, you know, through the shield and surprise the Decepticons.

O: Hide him how? Skyfire is huge! How are they going to hide him?

S: Mass-shifting? I don't know, somehow it works.

O: And at the boat docks, Megatron's supervising personally, for some reason, along with an incorrectly coloured Hook.

S: As the ship approaches, Hound and Skyfire jump out of a conveniently sized hole that was just on the ship's deck. I guess it's um, a hold or something? I don't know.

O: Yeah, but it was really large. Like, large enough for Skyfire to get into. I have no idea how realistic that is. And then a fight breaks out! Soundwave and some of his cassettes joining the fray as well and our dead-weight- I mean, Spike, is captured by Laserbeak pretty much immediately.

S: Yep. Megatron tells them to surrender or he'll have Laserbeak drop- drop Spike.

O: [Sarcasm] Oh no.

S: Soundwave is standing off in the background like the strong, independent tape deck he is.

O: And, back at the lab, more of those crazy machines come out of the hole Prime blasted and attack.

S: Again, what were these made for? They seem, um, perfect for hunting Autobots. Optimus, were your friends planning on doing bad things to you?

O: Quite possibly. About those bad things, Optimus is captured by the kink machine- I mean, the bondage machine- oh, I mean, the one with the tentacles. [Laughter]

S: [Laughter]

O: I’m serious, what else is that thing supposed to be for? Like, maybe that's what they were doing? Were they making a giant bondage machine for the Autobots? [Laughter]

S: [Silent laughter]

O: I broke Specs, yay! [Laughter] I’m sorry!

S: Prowl can lift as he struggles to hold one of the robot’s mouths open, so it doesn't, like, crush him.

O: But then Ironhide just walks up to his opponent, plugs a hole with his finger and then it explodes. Welcome to the Looney Tunes, starring the Autobots.

S: [Laughter] Sideswipe just makes his clap and that kills it.

O: [Laughter] Of course. So after, you know, um, all of that, they finally enter the hangar to find a maze.

S: Who designed this place?

O: I think TORQ’s done some redecorating overnight. He has had an army of, like, robo slaves at his disposal.

S: The funky-ass robots.

O: [Laughter] Kinkmatron.

S: [Laughter]

O: That’s it’s name now, no one can stop me! Optimus enters alone, uh, before we cut back to Skyfire, Hound, and Spike, who are in the Decepticon brig.

S: When the Decepticons catch naughty Autobots, they go in the naughty Autobot hole.

O: Dare I ask what that means for Spike? [Laughter]

S: [Laughter] God, there is a really terrible pun there.

O: [Laughter] Yeah, there probably is!

S: God, I am not going into that.

O: [Laughter] Nope, nope, we’ve talked about kink machines multiple times, I don’t want to get into anything else tonight!

S: Spike and his compatriots are trapped and waiting for rescue but, don't worry, Spike has a plan!

O: I feel like it's only fair, they're stuck there because of Spike in the first place. He should have a plan.

S: Well, considering what his plan is, he was the only damn one who can carry out.

O: True.

S: TORQ- Well, back with Optimus, TORQ continues to bait Optimus as, you know, our dad-bot makes his way through the maze and evil robots.

O: Optimus gets another circuit breaker- that wasn’t what it was called.

S: Circuit linker-

O: -Circuit linker put on him and this controls him. [Laughter] You know, “controls him.”

S: I guess we should assume Sparkplug or Wheeljack disabled the other one, um…?

O: That makes sense. Although I- hmmm. So through this entire section, right, I was comparing TORQ’s dialogue to Megatron. You know, since Megs programmed his personality into this computer. You know, everything seems spot-on, I can hear Megatron saying all of this but then when TORQ captures Optimus he says, “Come to me, my pet,” and I have to admit it sounds like what Megatron would say in this situation, and I basically fucking lost it while we were watching it. But to make this even better! He says, “You're mine now,” two seconds later. Apparently, Megatron's thirst for Optimus transferred over, too!

S: Yeah. Surprise! Optimus has been pretending to be controlled the entire time.

O: Of course!

S: And that broken- broken circuit linker he had earlier was, in fact, there for a reason. He swapped it with the active one.

O: How he managed to do that without touching the live one is debatable but alright.

S: I don't have the time or energy to debate it so-

O: [Laughter] Fair.

S: Let's not. TORQ orders his robots to destroy Optimus but one well-placed punch by, you know, the Dad-bot makes TORQ explode.

O: Ding-dong, the TORQ is dead.

S: TORQ I and II are probably very grateful.

O: [Laughter] I mean, TORQ III seems like a bastard. Certainly was a bastard there at the end. Soundwave warns Megatron that TORQ is no longer in control of the tankers but Megs’ will control them with his radio transmitter he's conveniently holding.

S: Does it come with a funky hat?

O: We could only hope but, sadly, no.

S: Yeah. The scientists send Optimus and company off on, like, a super-fast boat. I think it's a hydrofoil, I don't know, as they head towards the Decepticons location. So, apparently, they were close to the coast.

O: Apparently. With Sparkplug driving, by the way.

S: Oh, Sparkplug, most interesting man in the world. He knows how to do everything! He's been a ruby miner, an oil driller, a mechanic, boat captain, everything!

O: Autobot liaison?

S: Yeah.

O: And back into the brig, uh, Spike has conveniently found an electromagnet just lying around.

S: I'm starting to think this isn't so much their brig, as it is their trash-pile room.

O: Not to mention what the fuck they were using an electromagnet for or how.

S: I don't know. God, ygm Spike uses the electromagnet to magnetize the cassettes standing by the door to the walls- magnetize their guards.

O: Yes, essentially. With the cassettes incapacitated, Skyfire burst the door down- bust the door down. I know what I'm saying.

S: And through a five-second interlude we are told the Autobots in the boat are within sight, as Soundwave spots them.

O: But Megatron's not worried, they'll never get that shield, right?

S: Jetfire, Hound, and Spike find the shield generator uh, so helpfully being guarded by Frenzy.

O: Skyfire lures Frenzy away as Hound shoots the generator with one of his missiles.

S: How did Hound get his ammo back? Because I'm pretty sure they were disarmed.

O: Shhh! They don't want you to think about it, they didn't, either.

S: Well, that's true. The shield goes down just as the other Autobots arrive and, ah, you'll never guess how they do! The boat yeets itself out of the water and onto the platform and it’s horrifyingly entertaining cuz I keep imagining that the boat is gonna break.

O: Right? Another fight breaks out with Starscream, Laserbeak, and Frenzy joining Megatron and Soundwave.

S: And Megatron runs away and Optimus follows to destroy the radio transmitter.

O: Once destroyed, Optimus tells the tankers they're free to go.

S: Megatron, you know, being a sore loser sets the whole platform to explode.

O: The other Bots make it back to the boat but Prime runs to go find Skyfire and the others who who they presumably know are on there, for some reason?

S: I mean, I think-

O: I mean, it's not the worst assumption to make but, I'm like, did they see them? I don't think they did.

S: I mean, they talked to one of the tanker captains? I don't know.

O: I don’t know if they… They wouldn’t have had time. I- I'm gonna go with maybe they've all got GPS on them or something and roll with that, probably.

S: Yeah. So they all make it out on Skyfire once he's able to get, you know, out of the platform.

O: And take off.

S: Yeah.

O: One of the scientists thanks the bots for their help and makes a rather unfortunate comment about unreliable machines.

S: [Sigh]

O: You know, eating that entire foot.

S: Yeah, and he attempts to make a recovery but it's not really successful.

O: It isn’t very good.

S: And that's it! That's the end of the episode. Oh, but they brought the boat back to where it was from originally.

O: I mean, good for them for not exploding the boat, that was helpfully lent into them, I suppose.

S: Yeah.

O: But join us next time for everyone's favorite holiday: Autobot Day! Wait... wait... no? Do we mean: Decepticon Day?

S: [Sigh] Parades.

O: [Laughter]

S: There are parades.

O: Parades and I think this is a multi-parter, if I’m remembering properly?

S: Yep.

O: Cause, I think it's like Megatron’s Master Plan?

S: Yeah, I’m pretty sure that's what it is.

O: It's a multi-parts-

S: It’s two parts, I’m pretty sure. And we have fanfiction recommendations. Due to the fact that I've been swamped, I didn't come up with any so Owls has supplied our fanfiction recommendations for today.

O: Wild-card fics yet again. These had nothing to do with the episode. All right, um, so I have picked two for today. The first one is “Cuck Rung” by… I think this is said, Evedawalrus.

S: Yeah, I think that’s what it is.

O: I think that’s accurate. I can’t remember what her username is on Tumblr but, um, it is IDW continuity, it is rated T. It's technically slash but let me tell you all the slash is relatively background, for the most part, and where it's really not the main focus but it has, um, Minimus Ambus/Megatron and uh, Drift/Ratchet. Our main characters, there are more than this that have popped up since, but our main characters are Rodimus, Ultra Magnus, Drift, Ratchet, Swerve, Megatron, and Ravage.

O: Our description is: Rodimus creates a shipwide group chat. This proves to be a horrible decision. It is ongoing, it's not complete, it is multi-chapter and, let me tell you, it is hilarious. I laugh my ass off every time I read this. Um, because it is literally just a group chat with all of these characters and think of it very much like a discord where you have certain people who can, like, rename others and all this other shit. It's amazing, I highly recommend it. [Laughter]

And our second one is a “Shimmer of Hope” by NiCad? [Pronounced ny-cad]

S: Ny-cad? Nee-cad?

O: One of those.

S: The pronunciation’s debatable.

O: Thank you, Internet! It is IDW, it's rated T, it’s Gen, uh, there are no pairings, and our characters are Verity and Springer. The summary is, “What did Verity write in that thank you card to Springer, anyway?” It's a one shot. I believe this is after- it's the last of the Wreckers trilogy from the IDW comics.

S: Requiem for the Wreckers, maybe?

O: I think that one. Uh, this is right after that. It's pretty short but, um, I really like Verity so I'm like Verity needs to be in more things, so those are our recommendations for today.

S: And that just about wraps it up for us today, remember to check us out on Tumblr or Pillowfort as Afterspark-Podcast for any additional information, show notes, or links, we may have mentioned. You can also find us on Facebook and Twitter at AftersparkPod (all one word). And various other locations by searching for Afterspark…. Podcast- [Laughter]

O: [Laughter]

S: You can also find us on Facebook and Twitter at AftersparkPod (all one word). And various other locations by searching for Afterspark Podcast, such as AO3, iTunes, Google Podcasts, Stitcher, and Youtube, just to name a few.

O: Ah, feel free to send us questions on Tumblr, too. We actually, you know, have to do a mic check before we do any recording so, ah, it’s helpful for us. I have a list of questions but we're gonna run out eventually and I don't think I should be left to think of questions by myself. If you have a question about Transformers or whatever, feel free to send it to us on Tumblr and we'll probably use it for a warm-up and I'll try to answer it on Tumblr, too.

S: Yeah or, I guess, in the comments on AO3, Youtube.

O: Yep, that also works comments on AO3, Youtube Basically anywhere we respond back to which is mostly Youtube and AO3.

S: Yeah, uh, so till next time, guys! I'm Specs!

O: And I’m Owls!

S: Toodles!

[Outro Music]

#transcript #g1 episode 30 #afterspark #afterspark podcast

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amnachil · 5 years ago

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The College Society Chapter 2 Part 2

And the next part is here !

Liam Sunday December 3

"You're free handsome, you can leave."

These words were sweet to his hear. After several hours serving customer, Judy finally let him go. (Of course Liam was glad to be serving and not taking care of the dishes anymore, but he met an old lady really strange who tried to touch his ass and he got a little scared). (She tried twice at least).

"You did well by the way." continued his boss. "I mean you only forgot five orders... That's a day to remember !"

The young lad frowned. He did not. (Ok, maybe he did). His coworkers called him "the lost waiter" for a reason... By the way, he wasn't sure to be useful for business.

"There's someone waiting for you outside." she concluded. "See you next week."

Kinda curious, Liam changed and headed towards the door. Surprisingly, it was Nick. That's new. Usually, he's playing video games at this hour. The dark-haired lad was wearing a fluffy jacket and black jeans. When he saw his roommate, he smiled.

"Hey bud'."

"Hey." greeted Liam. "What's going on ?"

He knew something was odd. The geek never went out of their flat without a good reason. And he just smiled, which was unusual since Rebecca and him had argued. And he got this little twitch when he wanted something. (Liam felt proud of himself. He was a real spy when he decided to). (Or just a good friend, but whatever).

"Nothing in particular." answered Nick. "Let's walk for a bit, please ?"

"Uh, okay."

Then, they became silent. At start, Liam just watched his friend. But then, his eyes got caught by a weird trash can on the other side of the street. It looked broken. I wonder who did that... Maybe Nick ? (He then remembered what he did, like three months ago, and he just blushed). Anyway, they arrived at their building, but Nick just continued straight ahead.

"I'm not in the mood to listen to Rebbie and her boyfriend fuck." he complained. "Come on, let's go to the fastfood at the corner. I'm hungry".

Liam was honestly sleepy (like almost every night). (Or maybe everytime ?). However, he had also zero willpower. (You could ask him to dance naked in the street, he would do it). (Thinking about it, maybe not).

"Dude, are you coming or not ?" asked his roommate. "Stop looking at the sky like this, it's freaky".

Once inside, Nick ordered two burgers and some fries, and they sat far away the other customer. For a short time, they remained silent again. Liam nearly fall asleep. (Once he started to close his eyes, he had a really hard time resisting).

"So what's the deal ?" asked suddenly Nick. "Between you and this girl ?"

"You mean Judy ?"

"Not your boss silly, Colton's girlfriend. I saw you watching her. I mean, normally you're not looking something or someone in particular, just... dreamin'. But each times she's around, it's different. Have you a crush on her ? Cuz Nate let me thought you weren't... interested in girl anymore ya know ?"

Liam's brain took in the information. He's talking about Barbara. Dude his friend was more observant than he believed. He's always playing with his gameboy, but he saw that... I wonder if everyone else know too. But the truth was... Liam just failed to talk with Barbara. He just chickened out and ran under his blanket each time he tried to approach her.

"I'm not in love with her." belied the young lad. "I just happen to know her from highschool... But can we not talk about it ? Like we're not talking about you running away from our appartment because there are zombies in it."

(It was Liam's conclusion. Nick would only left if he mistakenly summoned undead). (But the unicorns would save the day). His friend stared at him, stunned.

"Man, you're so weird. I honestly don't understand how you're functioning. Anyway, I was just a bit angry at myself for stuff... But now it's ok. Let me finish this and we can go back, I can tell you're dead on your feet."

Rebecca Monday December 4

All the weekend, she had sensed something bad would happen. She had thought it was about sport, and couldn't find what the hell she had been missing. But now, she remenbered. The fucking group project. It was due for today, and they didn't finish it. Rebecca woke up panicked. She barely noticed Emilio who was still sleeping, and got dressed hella fast. Then, she rushed her neighbor's flat. Please, be awake. It's in one fucking hour. Please be awake. She couldn't afford to have a bad grade. Rebecca knocked so hard on the door that she probably woke up the whole floor. But Liam and Nick weren't answering. Those bloody sleepy heads ! She rushed towards the closest library. Let's hope I can do something by myself. She tried to call Colton, but he didn't ansewer either. Damnit. Rebacca was almost there when she ran into Matthew.

"Hey girl !" he shouted. "Where are you heading so fast ?"

"I forget to finish a group paper. I'm sorry but I need to go."

"Oh come on, that's no big deal." he replied ironically. "Stop being so serious about everything. You're already a star athetle, why do you need to study in the first place ?"

She stopped for a sec and looked at him. What a dumb question. My parents want me to. It's for my future.

"C'mon girl." Matthew laughed. "I mean, wouldn't you be better if you only trained ? And you really could use some free time for yourself. You got a bad reputation in the campus to be honest."

"What ? Why ?"

"Well, you're trying to be the best runner, the best swimmer, the best student and all... It's kinda obvious people don't like it. Oh, and your boyfriend got a lot of women after him aswell. They hate you."

Rebecca didn't knew what to say. People hated her... because she tried to be perfect ? What the hell ? Maybe that's the reason why Nick is so raging lately... He simply was jealous of her success.

"Anyway, it's always nice to talk with you, but I should hurry." stated Matthew. "Chelsea's waiting for me at the coffee shop."

Rebecca nodded and watched him draw away. Weird. After everything he did, I thought he just hated me but... now he's nice. Maybe he's trying to make it up on his behavior.

The young girl tried her best on the group project. Sadly, it wasn't enough at all. She headed towards the class quite depressed. Matthew's words were still making her think. And she feared the bad grade incoming. When she entered in the room, she looked at Colton, Liam et Nick. The first one looked a bit stressed too.

"We are screwed guys." he admitted while she sat. "We didn't finish the paper. In fact, we barely did it at all."

"We had a paper ?" asked Liam.

They all looked at him. That guy will turn me crazy one day. Did he know they had exams coming soon ? How the hell he managed to go to college exactly ?

"In fact, you're worried for nothing." assured Nick. "Because while you were all doing god know what, the genius I am did the project. Alone."

He gave it to the teacher with a smile.

"Don't thank me fellows." he added. "I know Rebbie doesn't like to thank people who saved her ass anyway."

She opened her mouth, but nothing came to her mind. He had all the rights in the world to be mad. And she should say something, she knew that. But his provoking look enraged her. Damnit. The runner girl was too proud. She just ignored him. And felt hella bad about it.

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey Wednesday December 6

The lad moaned. On the screen, the girl just pronounced his name in such a positive way. Bloody hell she had a sensual voice. With the remote, Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey rewound. Oh damn, that was so hot. Yeah, Amber, the chearleader captain, had a beautiful voice. He sped up the video until he saw Zack Jonhson. This one murmured his name. Hell. That's something. Zack had a special tone. Especially when he said "Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey". He just whispered each syllabe with so much passion. The Dean's grandson listened it again. And again. Eventually, he came with a satisfied grunt. That was so good. A bit awkward, but so good anyway.

"Hey Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey !" hailed Summer through the door of his appartment. "Are you in there dude ?"

Well, she didn't pronounced his name like in the video, this bitch. She was way more submissive in bed. The blond lad adjusted his boxers and closed his zipper. He didn't bothered put a shirt, and opened the door.

"What do you want ?"

Stupid cow. She had gained some weight since she had become the head of the student. Just, Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey had nothing against some chub. In fact, he could like it in some people. But this dummy ? She was uglier everytime he saw her.

"You asked me to tell you when the swimmers started their training." she reminded him. "Well they just started. And wow there are some cuties among them. Theo kept his card close to his chest."

She was definitely lusting after those guys. Such a pathetic predator. She was a collector, she couldn't handle the "break-up phase". And that was why she would be in troubles one day. But he didn't care, since he had already fucked her enough. He finally took a shirt, and headed towards the pool without even a glance for her.

When he arrived, he first heard Theo. That man had a strong voice. An unctuous one. He's a sneaky little bastard, but we had our greet time together. They ended it on a mutual agreement. Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey then remarked Laura. The loyal girlfriend. That was a lovely weird story, honestly. Laura was deeply in love with Theo, even if she knew what he was doing. They had a sort of agreement, because he helped her back in times. It's cute, he loves her and fuck chubbies in the same time.

"Uh... Sorry but I need to get to the pool please. I'm already late."

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey turned over and stared at his prey. Oh god, I'm in luck. It might even be too easy. He had done some research, and knew the boy's name was Liam. He was from the middle of nowhere. He had achieved highschool with an A-, and was now studying economics. He wasn't a scholarship holder, and he lived in a flat outside the main campus with one roommate. I also noticed he's from the same town than this cute soccer player... Muller. I like that boy, he's gifted. Anyway, it was time to start the hunt. And this braindead freshman didn't move yet. He was just looking... What the hell is he lookin' at exactly ?!

"I'm Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey." the Dean's grandson introduced himself. "Nice to meet you."

The boy didn't answer. How come ? Is he that stupid ? Liam was tall, and ripped. Ripped as hell. Broad-shouldered, he had an impressive chest, and a blossoming six-pack. He was probably doing some cardio and muscle-development exercises as well as swimming. His face was kinda sexy. With chestnut hair, masculine feature, he had deep grey eyes, with a glint of blue. And his ass, that fucking ass made the hunter's cock hard in a second. But Liam seemed completely lost in his thoughts. I'm not being ignored by a little shitty swimmer. No way. Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey kicked the lad in the leg. Gently of course. The freshman landed on Earth.

"What ? Did you say something ?" he asked.

"I'm Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey." repeated patiently the hunter.

"Hello. I'm Liam Strucker. Nice to meet you."

There was something really, really odd about his tone. He sounds completely high, but he isn't. In fact, he didn't seem stupid either. I thought he was but...

"Can I go to the pool now ?" asked Liam. "I should be doing lenghts by now."

"Yeah, just go."

The hunt would be harder than the Dean's grandson expected. I think I understood why Theo failed to pick up this guy. It'll be fun.

To be continued

Some develpment without weight gain I know but we’ll come to it ! So Liam and Damian finally met ! Let’s see if the hunter will succeed to have our dreamy boy in his bed !

Nick is an important character for the story, even if he hasn’t his own pov. He’s a nice guy, doing all the work alone and all. But what’s in his mind ? Maybe it is related to the little belly he’s denying ? ;)

In a month or so, I’ll start to post another long story at the same time (probably every saturday). It’s called To the perfection and the main characters are Thomas Muller and Dan Vince. It’ll feature a lot of pining, kinky desires and weight gain.

#the college society #cs #Liam #Rebecca #Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey #Our prey is very special !!#But the hunter likes it #chapter 2 #part 2

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kai-ni · 6 years ago

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Hhhhh personal ramblings under the cut, brand new anxiety fun

So I’ve long suspected I have fairly severe anxiety it’s just gone un-diagnosed officially because I function ok

But lately I’ve been like Extra fucked up.

My GI doc put me on amitriptyline to help with other health issues completely unrelated, and it was a tiny fucking dose, but it really fucked me up. Like it took my current anxiety and multiplied it by ten.

I’ve always dwelled on things, I’ve always been nervous in new situations and worried constantly about dumb shit and been activated by certain things (beeping on smoke detectors - scares the piss out of me for no reason) but it’s never like. affected me to the point where it made it difficult to actually function day to day.

What happened first, on the emitriptyline, was I was driving to my dad’s town (which I’ve done literally hundreds of times - I’d go down there 3 times a week for my popcorn job, it’s a 45 min drive on the highway and absolutely nothing stressful to me, I’ve done it so much) and I had some sort of... attack. Nearly passed out in my car, rapid breathing, sweaty palms, thought I was having a heart attack so I got off the highway and stumbled into a gas station barely able to speak around my fast breathing and called an ambulance.

The very nice paramedic suggested it sounded like a panic attack, which I’d never actually had before, but they took me to a hospital to check for cardiac problems anyway.

ER declared me fine and sent me home. I halved my dose of amitriiptyline and was fine except still... on the highway. I would be so nervous my hands shook and my palms were sweaty, and when I drove down to my dad’s town for fathers day I was in literal tears the entire way. I made it but I was a wreck and messed up for the rest of the day.

So I quit taking the amitriptyline. Was like ok that’s fucking me up bye.

Was fine for a bit. could drive to my dad’s town with an edge of nervousness but nothing happening.

I figured it was just the med and I’m good now.

But I’ve been sliding back down into doing worse again??? With no medication to blame this time??? I’m getting panicky on the highway again, the last couple times i went down there for my doctor’s appointments I had to stop at a rest stop mid-way to gather myself and it didn’t work I was just as panicky and upset the rest of the way down.

I lay awake at night worrying about useless stuff some nights, to the point where I don’t fucking sleep. Usually work but somethings random shit that happened years ago and no longer matters. ??

And just TODAY I had another panic-y episode ON THE WAY BACK FROM HYVEE. its like 5 mcfucking minutes from my house and I only go there constantly, and yet there I was sitting at the light breathing fast with sweaty palms feeling like I was gonna pass tf out.

Just what the fuck, what is wrong with me, did the amitrptyline permanently fuck me up?

I’m just so upset and frustrated that suddenly something that has been easy for me for years is suddenly an ordeal. I’m not gonna make it to the reptile convention this sunday cuz I don’t trust myself to make the hour’s drive.

I’ve got a list of a couple psychiatrists here in town I can go see so yea i’m gonna go ask an MD to please help my ass and probably get medicated which I’m scared of considering what the amitrptyline did but honestly what the fuck. I’m so. Why.

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bonelessmegablock · 3 years ago

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I’m noticing I’m really really emotionally unstable lately. This is actually a good thing, i think. It’s probably partially hormones now that I think about it… but like i was suppressing so much shit for so long that it’s kind of welling up again and again and again.

It’s kinda really really daunting tho. Like ive finally climbed far enough out of the Depression Pit that i can see the pinprick of light at the top while im sitting on this little ledge of Successfully Transitioning, and good god i still have so much left to sift through.

At least i feel the goods as intensely as the bads now. At least i can see when people are being lovely to me. At least i can be lovely to people.

I was working today and honestly having a great time, the people at the old people condos i work at are so sweet and you can get some reasonably fun small talk out of them. I even managed to ask someone when they would be finished doing something (so i could try to clean after and stay out of their way) instead of just awkwardly wondering and worrying if i should!!

Then there was this delivery guy who came by and gave me a big ol mean mug, and i didnt quite know how to deal with it. I think he thought i was male (hadnt shaved, self care’s been eeeehhh lately), and i stared a bit too long for male-male eye contact. But then he came back to a door i was cleaning near with a big package and i opened it for him and he like, really profusely thanked me.

And idk cuz like clearly he misread me and functionally apologized to me and it felt like he was treating me like a woman that time? Idk. It was weird and it sent me into a spiral because i got no sleep and can barely regulate my emotions at all rn. It was a weirdly healthier spiral tho? Mostly because i took it out on my fan for waking me up with a beeping noise by ripping the beeper out of the electric board (and sealing it up properly which im really proud of!!). Then it was bad again because there was traffic on my street again. It usually happens when there’s an accident on the highway but traffic was clear there and idk why all these morons were there. It didnt even matter cuz i wanted to get to work later because the camp going on there ends later but i still got mad. Then people at work were really nice to me and i was happy again

#im really not used to feeling emotions this heavily #honestly im kinda living for it #id like to be a bit more confident that i can not be mean to people when im in Lows though #if i can solve that i feel like im in at least decent shape #i like being able to explore what angers me like this #in the past when i get here it’s like #a 2-3 day recovery period #rn i can go from the world is ending everything is awful to god i love life over 2 hours #which is like #????#!!!??#being able to get positive experiences to stick in my short term memory!!!??

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lonedailydoodle · 6 years ago

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Daily Doodle 70 - June 25, 2018

Hilarity while driving, hilarity while drawing and hilarity while chatting

This day was just funny all the way!!

Today I got up, got on my PC, chatted a bit and later did the doodle. After uploading it I just left to the kitchen to make myself some breakfast and later browsed some earth history stuff as I LOVE these kinds of studies. I also worked a bit on a commission and was nearly done when the power shut off. It was the afternoon now and luckily was near the time I was gonna go down to Pixie’s school

So I pulled out my laptop to work on some sketches for the 3D animation exercise I have to do. My room was getting hot cuz of my fan being off and not enough breeze getting into my room.. Anyways, I then later got ready to leave and headed down. Mom also gave me a pumpkin to bring to Pixie’s grandma

I got to the school and waited next to Pixie’s Miata, for him to come out. I also realized that the Black Ice scent tree Pixie gifted me was making me dizzy, it’s too much of a strong smell.. Ugh

Pixie got out, we talked a bit as his phone charged in my car and then left home together. Once home, we just stayed there for an hour, just hanging out in his room before leaving to the grand reopening of the local PetSmart in the Miata with an extra passenger, Pixie’s dog! .. Or at least one of them

We got there and she was really excited it seemed and was panting all over.. Or was scared, not sure. I carried around with some water in case she needed it and we walked into the PetSmart where she just wouldn’t stay still. Pixie got some snacks and some food and after a bit of walking around we left to pay. The store looked pretty much the same as to before the hurricane destroyed it

We headed home with the excited or scared down and then got scared by a loud bang under the car when arriving at the house. We took the dog inside and then left in my car to check what it was, then finding the Miata’s broken car horn on the road. It didn’t work anyways, so it’s all good

We didn’t spent too much time at home as we then left in my car to a Burger King, got food and then parked nearby to eat. Then we headed home to switch to the Miata and head to our friend’s house who has the pig

There, I just tried avoiding the pig as it stank, then we just stayed there for a while before leaving home again.. Then we did the same thing again of leaving after a while and refueled the Miata, then finally heading to a supermarket where I got some salsa for some tortilla chips mom got as well as a Milky Way for myself. We then headed home for tonight

At home, a lot happened! Pixie and I took some creepy pictures with his fursuit, he made some creepy art, we chatted a LOT in a local chat and just had a very good time together until very late at night, it was almost midnight!

I was a bit tired and we walked outside where we kissed goodbye and I left.. But things took a turn cuz I didn’t seem to say my I love you to Pixie as he wanted it in person but I was already gone. I could have turned around but didn’t and that ruined our moods for the night. I got home a bit sad and just showered, then sitting down to apologize and chat a bit as well as write the doodle. I plan on working on the doodles overnight even if I’m tired as Pixie reads these doodles before they upload automatically to some of my pages

Still.. While sketching the doodle, I started sneezing like crazy. I take this as a sign I should warm up.. In bed.. and sleep.. My stomach was also complaining as I was starving but it happens when I need brain food this late at night to function while working. So I might as well rest and make sure to have the doodle ready in days I’m not as busy

… But then I remember tomorrow I have to take grandma somewhere and still didn’t know the exact time, and I wasn’t gonna risk it. SO I did the doodle anyway and after a long while working on it, I went to bed.. Dad was awake by then, wow..

#daily doodle 2018 #daily doodle #doodle #furry #art #jeany545 daily doodle

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qtsp00k · 4 years ago

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Hey y'all. Don't know if I mentioned but I felt a presence in my new apartment and been talking to someone who helps keep a song in my heart. Felt like it was my ego interfering when I felt like calling the presents Bruce. Cuz that's my dad's name. And then when I heard my neighbors talking about Bruce who died recently before I moved in I thought oh well I'm probably not in Bruce's apartment right. Cuz that would be a lot. And I'm a music person and a joy who's singing downstairs all the time so to hear that Bruce was a musical person who played instruments and sang in the lobby all the time is like whoa someone stepped off this plane to make room for me here. That would be a lot of synchronicity. And synchronicity is all well and good but organizations aware of synchronicity can do quite a bit to manufacture it for someone.

Well today I didn't feel anything or anyone. My dolls look like dead lifeless corpses and I was so brain dead that I just stood in my apartment and couldn't even think of where I would begin to look for the hard drive that this art is on that I'm ready to put on a shirt since Y2K.

And I kind of flipped out on my friends. That happens from time to time because my hexahedral God mind is a lot to manage and I don't know if you've looked around the world but there's a whole lot coming.

So I finally managed to get myself together and I was feeling pretty spun and just left the apartment hoping to feel better by getting out of the house you know. And I go downstairs in the mailman is just shut the big door that my mailbox is in and he sees I'm carrying a box and he compliments my shoes and just thinks I'm cool and offers to carry the box out to the recycling for me and so I let him and I take that cue from the universe to get my mail.

The nice mundane task of getting mail. Right?

NOPE hahaha fn naw bro

My mailbox is full to the brim with mail for Bruce E Levens. So not only folks am I in Bruce's apartment and the presents here is definitely Bruce and it's not me being crazy or fearful about my dad having died without my knowing it or anything like that. I just see dead people and I'm brain damaged so even though that's not new to me I react to it like it's news to me.

But on top of this I just received confirmation with some more mind fuckery sprinkled on top for good measure.

My dad, Bruce Lee's, birthday is November 11th which is 11/11. E Levens is elevens. You can't make this shit up!

and this freaks me out initially and I just fistful pack everything back into that mailbox and I shut it and I go out and I just spin out in the parking lot literally moving in circles in my power wheelchair before I go back in and I have to look at that mail again because I've already convinced myself that I didn't see what I saw and even as I'm reaching into the mailbox to get out the mail that says Bruce 11s I'm thinking I'm going to look at it again and it's going to be something close to what I mistook it for and nothing's going on here. But I pull the mail out and it says Bruce e Blevins and I have the mail with me in my hand the whole rest of my day because I need that to ground me.

The day was not over yet because my Transit service was late late late late late late late. It rerouted and it reassigned and it rerouted and it reassigned and then eventually it lands on 418 for my estimated time pick up.

and sure enough at 4:18 it arrives and it's my favorite driver. An old truck driver who retired and then needed something to wake up in the morning and go do with his life that was helping other people and he has great stories and his father is assault of the earth and he loves seeing me and he is so happy that I've moved here and I can bring joy into the lives of old people.

418 is my birthday April 18th.

Now I don't know how I'm going to feel about this tomorrow but right now I just feel like laughing about it and it's freaky and it's weird and I've known all my life that I am God and now I'm talking about it and I thinking maybe talking about it is making me beat it even more consistently then I used to.

But last night I felt pretty okay about everything in the world and went right to sleep after the Donnie Darko CD finally gave out in my system and I actually took out the CD which I never take out the skipping CD cuz I just don't have my mind about me and I don't know how to do basic things at all I'm absolutely a retard if you were observing me just absolutely retarded yo.

And I realize that I understand and have this opportunity to also set the time on my stereo system which I have not done for a decade and I look at the time and it's 8:32 32 is the number of the CD I'm holding in my hand and it has expired Donnie Darko is the movie that I wanted to see the day I got out of mental institution and my mother would not allow it because my boyfriend's name was Donnie and the day before I went wondering after I got my chore done and found myself speaking to my ex-boyfriend Donny's father for hours.

Now I don't know if it's heavenly Father or if the Illuminati has my back but someone does and it feels like I'm still moving up.

Like everything is coming to a head.

And my challenge which I accepted before incarnating on this planet in this density is to not lose my mind completely and become a non-functioning schizophrenic like the bat majority in my bloodline.

Oh and did you know the once upon a Time it wasn't planets that told you something about yourself that you needed to know concerning the month in which you were born, but demons. That's right the month you were born in is associated with a demonic presence that sabotages you for the entirety of your life.

Mine is belfigor. Belfigor gives humans great ideas and those get rich quick and easy schemes to lure them into the sin of sloth and of course luring into sin is just luring someone off of the path towards heaven and putting them on the path towards hell. And that's a very linear time frame perspective of that so when you remove that linear time frame from it when you do sinful things you are simply in hell and when you do angelic things you are simply in heaven.

So yeah I fully acknowledged in the way that I sort of have access and try to look away from future events a lot of the time because I have an omnipresence and omniscience that comes along with knowing that one is God. So in a way I knew that the friend I had who was helping me to edit my art into vector form for putting on merchandise was going to rape me. But yeah I fully got raped in order to get my art onto a t-shirt for me to wear and for me to gift to all of my friends and for you to buy.

But deeper than that this idea that I can be an artist and make money just being an artist is entirely represented as a potential future for me to look forward to and I have sat 100% ready to kill myself and the only thing stopping me was that I hadn't gotten that image onto a shirt yet.

Now I think you know well and good that I am not lazy and I am not Lord into sin because I go willingly with open eyes when I do and I don't linger long in hell, but I do sing and dance the entire time I'm there. And I hope you know by now that my trying to come up and make something of myself as an artist and my full intent to become a household name that makes everyone forget Lady Gaga is entirely fueled by my mission in life that I have had firmly since I was 6 years old.

The evolution of human consciousness. Evolution of human consciousness brings about world peace and ends suffering for all.

So I'm not even over here struggling and hustling for myself. And that's more true than ever now that I have all of my basic needs met. and I tell you I think that's what's making the difference.

The other thing making the difference is that the devil has tempted me many times with outlets and avenues that are not in alignment with highest good and are not benevolent collaborations and I have walked away from success and I have walked away from Fame and I have walked away from money over and over.

Cuz I tell you being a little girl at age 6 who knows she's God I just wanted to unknow more than anything and I wanted anything to prove me wrong so badly that everything that came before me and claimed to be above me, to be God, I stepped. I said prove I'm not God cuz one of us is mistaken and I'm still standing.

Creation is just making sure that I am who I say I am just like it should.

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nothing-but-kpop-dreams · 7 years ago

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GOT7 Reaction: You being infertile (request)

A/N:Sorry this took so long. Some things happened and we all shifted the reactions around in order to have time to deal with what we needed to focus on. Sorry for any errors.

Mark:

He came home as deflated as ever. All he wanted to do was sleep and forget everything that was on his mind. He sluggishly moved towards the bedroom, his eyes purposely avoided the room that was meant to be a nursery. “Gotta remember to change that back into the home office.” he thought

He walked into the bedroom making sure to be as quiet as possible to not disturb the sleeping y/n. Once done with his quick, half-assed evening routine, he climbed under the sheets.

“Mark?” Y/n’s voice peeped.

“Hi babe.”he whispered as he settled into his side of the bed. “I’m just coming home, go back to sleep.” he said with a quick kiss to her cheek, missing her lips in the dark.

“Are you mad at me?” she asked randomly.

“Mad? I’m not mad.”

“You haven’t said a word to me since the appointment.”

“Yes I have.”

“Cursing under your breathe while driving home and saying hi and bye to me isn’t “talking to me”, Mark.”

“Well you haven’t been talking either.”

“Because I’m sad! And I’m still sad.” she said in a whimper

“I’m sad too okay. So maybe, I don’t feel like talking, but that doesn’t mean I’m mad at you.”

“How am I supposed to know that when you completely shut me out.”

“Because what can I say to make anything better?” Y/n the few things that you have been saying are all things I was thinking also! I couldn’t open my mouth and agree and make you feel worse.Yes, I am sad that we can’t have a baby. Yes, I feel stupid that we tried so fucking hard for so long for nothing. Yes, this whole thing is unfair. Yes, I am heart broken that we can’t start a family of our own, but no, I’m not mad at you. I could never me mad at you over this. Y/n, just because you are the one that is infertile, doesn’t mean that this is your fault and I don’t ever want you to feel like you are at fault.”

Jb:

“Infertile” The word just rang in his ears. The doctor walked out of the office, giving him and y/n a moment to take it in. But he didn’t feel the need “to take it in”, it all had to be wrong, it just had to.There was no way y/n could be infertile, there just wasn’t. She was in amazing health, he was in amazing health, how could they not be able to have a baby?

Y/n sat quietly next to him in her chair as his mind continued to race. The more he thought about the whole thing the more upset he became. The whole situation was just so unfair.

“She couldn’t have been serious...” His voice broke through the deafening silence that filled the small room. “So she’s saying we can’t have kids? That we can’t have kids?” He turned to y/n, who only sat still and expressionless. “There are stupid and evil people out in the wold just popping kids out, but we can’t have kids even after how hard we’ve tried?!?”

“...I’m sorry.” Y/n said in a soft mumble.

“We’re good people, we’d be good parents. Fuck, we treat our cats better than some people treat their kids. Wh- why do we have to go through this? Making a baby should be the easiest part of all this!”

“I’m sorry.” Y/n repeated in a whimper.

It wasn’t until then that JB realized that Y/n had been crying. That was when his anger left him and he immediately moved to her. “Sorry? What are you sorry for?”

“B-because I -I can’t gi-give us a baby. It’s-s my fault!” she cried as she dug her face into her hands.

He gently pulled her into a hug.”It’s not your fault. Jagi, none of this is your fault.”

“Yes it is! I’m the reason we can’t have a baby! What kind of woman am i if i can’t even have a baby?”

“Jagi, look at me.” he said softly

“No!”

“Jagi...” Now was the moment to put his own feelings aside and try to be the positive voice to y/n. “Y/n, don’t feel like this is your fault. I’m sorry if i made you feel like that, but i wasn’t trying to make you feel bad... Jagi, just please look at me.”

Finally she did so. Her face was streaked with tears. The way she was looking up at him just broke his heart.

“So, yes, this sucks... this really, really- really sucks. And it’s okay to be sad. I’m sad too and mad, not mad at you, just mad at the situation, but... but just because it’s a sad situation, doesn’t means its a bad situation... Like- Like i said before, there are lots of people there having kids, but we got to remember that not everyone gets to keep their kids-”

“I know! That’s why it’s not fucking fair that I can’t have a baby!” she said with a wavering voice. “And- and-” she couldn’t even get herself to talk anymore because she started crying again.

“Y-yes, but what i’m trying to say is that we can be the ones to take a child in. We can still adopt! We have alot of love to give. IF we can;t have a child of our own, we can always care for and love a child, or children, whose parents couldn’t or wouldn’t care for them. Just because we can’t ever have our own kids, doesn’t mean we can’t ever have kids.”

Jinyoung:

He finally returned home after a long day of recording. It was pretty late in the night so he was rather surprised to find y/n awake just sitting at the kitchen table. More surprising was that he caught her drinking some beer.

“Jagi, what are you still doing up?” He asked as he walked toward her (noticing she was on her second bottle now), giving her a quick kiss then taking the empty seat next to her. “And hwy are you drinking? I thought in the pregnancy article you read a clean diet and full 8 hours of sleep helps with like fertility and stuff. You were making a big deal about it last week.” he tried to keep casual, despite the fact that he was a bit concerned about this. This whole late night drinking thing just wasn’t her style.

“There’s no point to all that stuff anymore... There never was a point.” she grumbled as she took another swig of her beer.

On top of her grumpy tone, he was noticing that her cheeks were shiny and her eyes were puffy and slightly red. “What are you talking about?” he asked nervously. This behavior wasn’t like y/n at all and his mind raced to figure out what could be making her behave this way.

“...I went to that doctor’s appointment today, you know, that one to see what exactly was the reason I haven’t gotten pregnant yet.” she mumbled in a slight slur. “Turns out all this diet crap and eliminating stress bullshit was just a waste of time, cuz i’m- I’m infertile.” she whimpered. Her eyes were beginning to get watery as her lip quivered.

“Infertile?”

A few tears slid down her cheeks. “Yup... That’s what the doctor said”

He could feel what little energy he had in his body drain out. He slouched back in his chair as if someone had just knocked the wind out of him. After the day he had, just to come home and find out this, he just didn’t want to believe it. “So we can’t have kids of our own?”

“That’s what infertile means!” she said harshly. “...Well, I can’t, you still can. Leave me and go find some whose body can actually function and you can have all the kids you want.”

“Y/n, don’t even go there!” he said a bit too sternly.

Y/n’s face fell expressionless just as she took another gulp of her beer.

He grabbed her hand, making her put the drink down. “y/n, just because we can’t have kids doesn’t mean its the end of the world.”

“To me it does!”

“No, it doesn’t, we still have options right? Of course we do!” he answered himself before she could bring herself down anymore. “We, uh, we can give invitro a try! At least once. If that doesn’t work, then we can try a surrogate, if you don’t want to do that, then we can adopt!” He hoped that the more options he threw at her, the less disappointment they would felt over the whole situation. “We talked about adoption before remember?” he waited for her response, but nothing. “Jagi, you remember that we talked about it like a few weeks ago?”

“Yeah” she frowned

He brought her into a hug, seeing how sad she still was. “We said that we’d adopt after having our first. Well, now we’ll just skip step one of our life plan and go straight to number two! You and I raising kids that we love, that’s the point of our plan, it doesn’t matter if they are biologically ours or not.”

Jackson:

Finally he was home from his week in China. It had been great being back in China, seeing his parents, being in his home, but he was even happier to be returning to y/n, especially after being so busy that they had no time to talk.

“Babe!” he called out as he walked through the door. “I’m finally home!”

Y/n emerged from the bedroom as beautiful as ever in an over-sized t-shirt and sweatpants. There was a tiny smile on her face as she ran up to him and tackled him with a hug.

He attacked her face with kisses, “I missed you so much!” *kiss* Why did we both have to be so busy *kiss* we barely talked *kiss*” He grabbed her, bringing her down with him as he flopped his tired body on the couch and settled her on top of him. “I wish you came with me like last time. My parents were disappointed they couldn’t see you. But I told my mom about us wanting a little one and she gave me a whole list of names that she would like our future mini us to have haha.” To his surprise he saw y/n frown a bit. “Don’t worry they are all only suggestions, she won’t hate you if you don’t like any of them.” he added.

However, her frown didn’t leave her face “...Jackson...”

“Hm?”

Y/n pulled herself up and sat up straight. He did the same quickly picking up on the serious vibe in the room.

“Remember how I was supposed to have a doctors appointment while you were gone?” she began.

“Yeah”

“...Well, the doctor gave me some news...”

“Good news? Like finally? Are you actually pregnant?” he asked with excitement.

All he got in return was a deeper frown growing on y/n’s face

“...So no luck this time either then?” he sighed

Y/n gave the tiniest of nobs, her eyes already getting watery. “...And there’s more”

“What is it?” he asked nervously.

“...I’m infertile.” she said with shame

“You’re what?”

“I-I ’m the reason we cant have a b-baby.” she sniffled. “The doctor let me know, that, you know, my body- It just won’t allow it.”

He couldn’t help but stare at y/n with such intensity. She just had to be messing with him somehow. What he wanted to believe was that she was putting up an act to trick him with bad news, and just give him the real news already. But the more he looked at her the more he could see how genuinely upset she was.

He could feel this ugly pain growing in his chest. It literally felt like his heart was being squeezed. All those daydreams he thought of he and y/n raising a girl or a boy that was just the perfect mix of them were all for nothing now. Every expectation and standard he had about being a father was all just a puff of smoke now. He fell back into the couch just feeling so empty.

He could feel her staring at him, waiting for his response. At a lost for words all her did was pull her close and let out a heavy breath.It took while until he could finally get himself to say “I’m sad now.” but even them his voice cracked over the lump forming in his throat.

“Me too” y/n said in a clear voice, but her cheeks streaked with tears. “I’m sorry”

He pulled her into a tighter hug. he felt mad at himself for making her feel bad. “I love you” were the only words that he could get out at the moment, but he knew that those were the only ones that mattered for now.

Youngjae:

“You’re infertile?” What y/n just told him didn’t completely make sense. Just a few days ago she had taken a few test, one actually coming back positive, but now after a few doctors appointments, she infertile.

“Yeah” she frowned.

Immediately his fingers began to fidget with the wedding ring on his left hand. Ever since their wedding, it had become a habit to fidget with his ring whenever he felt nervous or bored.Right now he caught himself doing it again and almost let out an ironic laugh. He never thought he would really get married, but that changed when he met y/n. Alot of things changed when she came into the picture.

After getting married, she pushed the idea of having kids. It wasn’t something he wanted at first, especially so soon into getting married, but the more she talked about it, the more excited he was in being a dad. When they officially started trying to get pregnant, he even caught himself daydreaming of what life would be like when they had a little one around. But now... now he could feel everything just crumble away at his feet.

“So, at least you know, you kinda got what you wanted, not having kids and stuff. At least we got married like i wanted to, not that”common law” crap you kept giving me” she said in an attempt to sound positive about the whole thing.

“What do you mean i got what i wanted? I-I want kids too now.”

“But I can’t have any!” now her voice sounded sad and frustrated.

“But we still have options right?” he asked in desperation. “Us having kids isn’t impossible! Like c’mon, look we are married now, remember how impossible it seemed to convince me on us getting married? Look at us now! We are going to have kids, I know we are!

Bambam:

“Dude what am i going to fucking do?!?”

“Bro just chill. Stop thinking about it.” Yugyeom said calmly.

‘How can i “chill”?!? Y/n might be pregnant! I can’t be a dad right now!”

“No shit, but panicking isn’t gonna make the whole thing any better.”

“Well what else-” Bambam was them cut off by his ringtone for y/n going off and Immediately he answered. ““Y/n, what’s the news?

“...C-can you come over?” Y/n’s voice was so soft over the phone. “We need to talk...”

She opened the door with a frown on her face and he expected the worse.

“You’re pregnant! You’re pregnant aren’t you?!?” He panicked as he ran into her place.

“Bambam”

“What are we going to do?!? We are too young to be parents! I’m way too busy to be a dad! We aren’t even married! We aren’t even-”

“Bambam i’m not pregnant.” she said blankly

He stopped on the stop. “you’re not?”

“No.” she said with a straight face.

“Thank goodness.”

There was a feeling of relief that he couldn’t describe.

“Good, this is good” he said as he let out a deep breath as if he just ran two miles

“...yeah” her reaction was nothing like his

“Aren’t you relieved y/n? “ he couldn’t help but ask, noticing her unpleasantness over the whole thing.

“Yes and no.”

He stayed quiet noticing that she had more she was going to say.”

“I’m relieved that we aren’t pregnant this time... but i also t found out i can’t get pregnant at all...” her expression became sour just getting the words out.

“What? How did you even find that out? You only went to see if you were pregnant, did you really do a whole check up every time you go or something?”

“...No... I haven’t been completely honest... There have been a few other times before I thought we had a little mistake, but each time it was nothing.” Here voice was just a soft mumble, just like on the phone earlier.

“This time i genuinely thought it was real so when we looked further into it- Well it just explains hwy i never got pregnant before.”

He didn’t really know how to take the news. He and y/n weren’t too serious, but they also weren’t complete strangers.

“Well... That means you can fuck without a condom!” he said trying to look on the bright side.

Quickly she threw him an angry look.

“You know what? I shouldn’t have told you. You can just leave now.” she said in a grumble.

“I’m sorry” he said just as fast. “I crossed the line...I don’t really know what to say... I just said something i thought that would make you laugh or something”

“Then just leave” she repeated

He wanted to do what she told him, but he couldn’t, seeing how upset she was and it felt wrong to just leave her this upset. He stayed still , not wanting to go.

“Bam, seriously leave. I just want to be alone right now.”

Still he didn’t listen. Instead he went up to her, putting a hand on her back, on for her to slap his hand away.

“Bambam, leave!”

“No”

“Why? So you can awkwardly “cheer me up” with depressing comments? I know you don’t want to be a dad, but didn’t you ever think that i would want to be a mom one day?!?” Here eyes were red and watery and she was in a sad rage. “Just because I didn’t want to be pregnant right now doesn’t mean I don’t ever want to be pregnant! But turns out i don’t even have the option, to like you care! So just leave!” she shouted

And now was the time to leave to avoid upsetting her even more. He walked to the door in defeat, but he turned to her just to give a her a few more words. “Y/n, Just because I don’t want to be a dad right now doesn’t mean i don’t ever want to be a dad either. I know we aren’t too close or too serious, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you. I don’t like seeing you upset, so if you do want to talk about this, then i’m all ears.” he said before he walked out the door.

Yuguyeom:

It wasn’t supposed to be a night where many people would be out, but with his luck the mall was just packed with people. Being in the crowded area had him feeling paranoid. He He didn��t want to leave the safety of the clothing store and navigate through the sea of people to the next store y/n was dragging him to.He wanted to tell her it was probably time to go back home, but when he looked down at her, she looked like she was having so much fun being out and about.

He decided to stick with the date, being as unnoticeable as possible (which was hard to do considering that he was way taller than most people and that his brightly dyed hair kept peeking out of his beanie).

As he held himself back from being his loud goofy self in order to lay low, he distracted himself by taking notice of all the other mall visitors around him. They all seemed to be families. Young couples were all over, walking around and cooing at their babies and seeing them made his mind wander. He began to think of what it would be like if he and y/n were like one of the other young couple with a baby of their own here at the mall. As the cute thoughts began to fill his head, be had to admit that the idea of fatherhood didn’t seem that dad.

After about an hour of wandering from store to store, he and y/n finally went to the food court to eat. This is where they really had a moment to sit and talk without y/n getting distracted. “Y/n, have you ever thought about kids?” he asked

Y/n’s eyebrows hot up at his random topic ”...Kids? Why are you talking about kids all of a sudden?”

He shrugged “I don’t know There area lot of kids around, and it got me thinking about, you know, us having kids one day...”

That’s when y/n frowned a bit. “...Do you like really really want kids?”

Again he shrugged. “Not now obviously, maybe one day i don’t know. I wouldn’t mind us having kids in the future.” He babbled nervously as he was unprepared by his own topic. “I mean of you want kids too and all. I don’t know i just , I don’t know. All the kids here look really cute and it just got me thinking that’s all.”

“...Well... I only ask cuz... A few years ago i found something out.” she said quiet, almost as if she was embarrassed. “I found out that- that i can’t have kids of my own, i’m infertile. “she mumbled as she played with a piece of her food.

“Ooh...”

“Yeah, so i only wanted to make sure if it was something you really wanted, cuz i didn’t want to disappoint you or anything. I just want you to know so that, if kids are really your thing, and you want biological kids, well then... you can find some one who can give you some haha.” she laughed nervously at her awkward wording, trying to hide the dark message she was trying to give. “I mean i want kids, but the only option for me really is adaption, you know?” still she looked down at her food,

“... y/n...” he waited until she looked up at him. She barely did so, letting her hair fall over her eyes to hide herself a bit “We are still young ans all and i am still busy you know, with GOT7, so kids won’t be an option for know i guess.... But later, i would want to... i think... and whether kids would be our or not, as long as i have you to have a family with, that’s all i care about.”

-Admin Boat

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violetbeachpod · 7 years ago

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BENJI:

Okay. Let’s get back into it. Let’s do this. Alright. Gotta—hype myself up. Y’know?

Benji is back! That’s me! I’m here! I’m ready to discuss theories, cuz that’s my--my whole deal!

I’m very stressed out right now! If that’s not super clear from my tone and my whole--y’know. Vibes?

So. Moments of Mystery Two, Electric Boogaloo. Or, maybe, Moments of Mystery Two: The Sequel To Moments of Mystery. Who’s to say? Not me! Definitely not me, I have not slept for the past twenty-seven hours, which is kinda interfering with my whole energy. So.

I just drank two five hour energies, speaking of energy. That’s—that’s certainly something. It’s not healthy, but it’s where I’m at today. We are all allowed to have off days. That’s a thing. My off days mean that I’m gonna inhale energy drinks like my life depends on it, so. Boom. I’m the epitome of health. The very paragon of humanity at its finest.

That’s a joke. I promise. I—I’m just having an off week. I let myself have one of those per month, now, and it’s working great. I’m doing great. So great.

Also, I’m keeping a planner now, somehow. Took me long enough? I’m not super into it, but, hey, practice makes perfect, and nobody’s perfect, so. Boom. Yeah!

So. Let’s do a table of contents. Everyone’s favorite thing, I know, but they’re important to me! Please, humor me.

One: Personal updates. In this section, we’ll address how I, personally, am doing. This will hopefully be short.

Two: Recaps and updates on our most recent weird happenings. In this section--well. Self-explanatory. You get it! I get it! We all get it.

Three: Theories. Again, kind of self explanatory.

Four: This is sort of a grab bag, where I’ll throw in some tangents. I don’t know what to title this section. We’ll just call it Untitled and then call it a day, maybe? If I come up with one by then, I’ll clarify.

Five: Sign-off slash conclusion. In this section, I’ll give you a wrap up. Nice and easy. I know it’ll go off the rails, but at least we have a skeleton.

So. Part one. Personal updates. Let’s go. I—I have a quick list, bullet points. I’m very into those lately. All about them.

My life is going okay, I think? I’m--I’ve obviously been very stressed in the past week, but overall, stuff’s going okay! We’re kinda understaffed, which is rough, because people are actually coming in more, now, but, hey, I get it! It’s cool!

Uh. I got a boating licence? For all boat-related needs. I don’t own a boat--I’m not made of money--but I have the option now, y’know? Gotta keep those options out there. If you can’t do everything, what’s the point? I gotta prepare for my whims. Gotta predict what’s next, and, look, I’m unpredictable, so. A walking contradiction, that’s me, like I’m some sort of bad 90s alt-rock lyric. Some sort of manic pixie dream dude. I have the glasses for it and everything. I could pull that off. Make a movie about me, rom-com directors! I’m quirky enough.

And. Final personal update, because rule of threes, because that’s important, and that’s symbolic, and that’s--it’s because I have three personal updates. That’s why, I’m not actually going for three, I--I just have three of ‘em. Very fun.

Uh. That update is that I’m having an off week! I keep mentioning this because I feel like it needs constant reiteration, and also, because my brain is focusing on that thought a lot and I think that if I say it out loud a lot, I’ll stop focusing on it? Which seems counterproductive, but it’s like, uh, listening to a song that’s stuck in your head with the hope that it’ll get unstuck. Y’know?

But that’s not the fun part of this, my life—that’s not what I’m here to talk about. We’re here for the weird. The wild. The crazy. You get the picture. So. I’m—let’s wrap up part one with a, like. Hope that you guys are all having good weeks? If any of you have a boat, which I sincerely doubt you do, I can drive it now, but I don’t think that I should do it this week. Because—you know. Yeah.

So. Let’s get into part two: Weird stuff. Hell yeah.

Teresa’s thing: Still weird. Still very weird. We all know this. Again, reiterating for effect.

But—we’ve been seeing more and more sort of—not-from-this-universe people. Not entire ones. We still haven’t had any more successes, as far as I know? But—that’s why we have a lot of new customers! Because Mae is—telling them that I’m relatively chill? Which is cool, except for that, again, we’re understaffed. So—

It’s weird. Cuz I have to, uh, give recommendations to folks who can’t really communicate, always, and who can’t really express anything with their faces, because their faces are kind of obscured, but, look, I’ve gotten really good at listening comprehension now, so, uh, take that, ERBs. Take that, fourth grade teachers with bizarre reward-punishment systems that really didn’t help at all and kind of encouraged bullying?

I know that Charlotte was very dismissive of this, but I am curious about the nature of doubles between universes. Because there isn’t one of me, unlike the rest of you. That’s—we know that Teresa’s double is also very determined, very resilient, and very into bad comedy. We know that Elaine’s double is also new in town, though we don’t know much about her, and we know that Charlotte’s double is intimidating, which, no comment. I am not, personally, intimidated by Our-Charlotte, but, uh. Maybe that’s also an also? Who’s to say? Again, not me! We don’t know much about Other-AJ or Other-Robin or Other-Angie other than that Other-Angie did not go to Harvard at all, and instead started at Lands?

Tongue twister, there. So much usage of the word other, way-too-much. We need a better word. A noun, maybe, rather than an adjective, or maybe a word that functions as both? Like orange. Or, uh classic, or static, or, or, or.

Again. You get the picture. You—you guys get what I’m saying.

It feels weird, knowing what’s next. There’s not much to do with that knowing other than to know it. Which is annoying, y’know? It’s just—it’s. Surreal, to have this knowledge that’s so strange.

Which leads me into part three: Theories! Everyone’s favorite part of this maybe, my favorite part of this definitely.

Re: doubles—I think it’s random. Well, not random, but, like—it’s just the way the multiverse crumbles, I guess. Or, not crumbles. But functions. It’s—it’s not breaking down, that’s not what’s going on here. It’s just existing. As is the wont of multiverses. I think that’s their wont, at least. I assume. Maybe I shouldn’t?

We know now that there’s not really a big destiny here. I—I’m putting together pieces that mean nothing because I feel like I have to, yeah? But there are answers to be found.

Time stopped again yesterday. Did any of you notice? Cuz I did. I really did. That should have gone in section two, but I just remembered it now. It’s kinda getting boring, all these things are just—blurring together. They’re underwhelming. Hey, parallel universe, get some better special effects, y’know? Make it flashier. The audience wants saturation, wants intrigue, wants—something more than this. Whatever this is.

If you told me a year ago that I’d find time shenanigans boring—I don’t know. It would’ve been shocking? I would react weird.

Oh! I have something, uh. Related. Something related: I still don’t know why it’s us, though. As much as Mae says it’s not us, it has to be, because—we repeated a day. Nobody else did, but we did. It’s not self-importance, here, it’s fact. If I say, hey, have you ever time-looped, to a person, they look at me like I’m batshit. And you notice these things. You notice them—because you miss work, or because you miss class, or because you miss your doctor’s appointment—the rest of the world did the exact same as they did, but we—we went through a day twice, differently.

It’s not coincidence. It’s—something.

The time loop happened before we met Mae. Before we started talking about what happened, before there was a record, other than Teresa’s journals, which she won’t let any of us read.

It’s something. I don’t know what it is, but it’s something. That’s gotta have some significance in this, right?

So. What else do I have to say? Uh. Okay. I—

I don’t know. I guess—I’ll just continue? Because I think that my point needs further elaboration. More—detail. More intrigue. I am all about intrigue. If there’s no intrigue, there’s no point, right? Right. Flash is important, in the long run. Gotta make an impact, gotta make a statement, or else, you’re insignificant to history. Well. Not insignificant. Plenty of quiet people are significant. But—Look. Listen.

I misspoke. I mean—

There’s no such thing as insignificance, I don’t think? Because—ripple effect. Step on a butterfly. Right? Every action is important re: the fate of the universe and humanity and also everything else, but I feel like that’s implied already, so. So, like, we already had to be significant to this. But we never got that Why Us answer, and I don’t even know how to expand the question further than just those two words, Why Us.

It’s not the existential Why Us, either it’s the very literal Why Us that I’m asking, but it’s just—

I want that answer. I care about that answer. I need to know! We all need to know—I don’t care if it’s cosmic necessity or wrong place right time or right place wrong time or whatever, I care about knowing. I’m a big fan of knowing. Really big fan of it. I’m just—overwhelmed by normal life, underwhelmed by mystery-hunting life, and I want the vice-versa. Yeah? Yeah. Want to drown in the cool shit and breathe in the boring shit. That’s my whole thing. My whole deal. That’s balance, that place between drowning and hyperventilation. But I wanna tilt the scales a bit toward drowning, cuz I’m an adrenaline junkie.

And I—I think I’m entitled to know it. We’re all entitled to know it; it’s something about us that we’re missing. Something that we’re not asking for whatever reason. We gotta dig deeper. Gotta figure out our role, and then we gotta play it. Method act. You know?

You know.

So. That’s—this isn’t really a grab bag, but I’m too all over the place to come up with a better title, so.

So. How do I even end this? I—I don’t have bullet points for this part. I really don’t. I should’ve written them down as I went along with, uh, stuff that I needed to get back to, but I didn’t, and I gotta reconsider that for the future, but. Hey, nobody’s perfect. I’m certainly not. Again, off day. Off off off day. My brain is in eight-nine different places right now. Some of it’s on Mars, I think. I think about Mars a lot, but that’s not what I’m getting at.

We have to keep asking questions. I’m not a leader by any means—you guys can’t really be led regardless of who’s in charge. I can’t be led, I can’t lead. We’re a pretty chaotic group, and I love that. I love this dynamic a lot. It’s good. It works, for all the ways it shouldn’t.

But—we have to. We need to drive ourselves to understand. That’s—that’s bad wording, but you know what I mean. You don’t need total clarity to get my gist.

Time stopped again this morning. And it stopped last night, and it’ll stop again soon, and again, and again, and again, and again—

We’re background players, but so’s everyone, in the context of every story. Why don’t we try and change that? Something else is clearly trying to make us more important. I think that whatever that something is has a point.

So. Boom. I guess. There’s my conclusion. There’s my big fancy bow on top of the box, the—the point. My whole damn gist.

I don’t have a good sign off. I wish that we could have one, though, that would be—very fun. But, again, chaotic group, works for all the ways it shouldn’t. Can’t be consistent. Gotta surprise each other constantly. That’s—that’s good.

So let’s use that dynamic for all of its power and solve this mystery. These mysteries. These—everythings.

So. Um.

Yes. That’s my last thought. I’m gonna cut this off. Cool! Gonna go try and get this stress out somehow. Not sure how. Maybe run? I hate running, but it’ll help, right?

Off topic. Sorry. I’ll talk to you later!

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