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@hearts1ck my beloved

November 1st

CW: explicit; more CWs under the cut

format: one-shot

people: GeorgeNotFound

pronouns: he/him; reader has male anatomy; more specifics under the cut

edited 14 March 2021

anonymous asked

consider. okay. CONSIDER. consider masochist george. okay?? okay. okay LISTEN.

I think I have a problem with gimmicks also. because. because. ever since strawberry milk george, I. I have not stopped thinking about strawberry flavored lube. because! listen okay hear me out.

(this is absolutely 110% a response to discovering that you share a birthday with him. what of it?)

I know everyone likes pillow princess george and. that's okay. that's FINE. these are not mutually exclusive.

george looking up at you with The LookTM wearing some pink strawberry milk lingerie. not even lingerie really! just something cute like that

& him being like. "I know you love me 👉👈 but I need you to fuck me like you don't"

so I was. thinking. that brat george is the exact kind of person to say (playfully & consensually) "but I don't wanna give you head, I just wanna fuck >:(" after you've got him worked up, maybe from teasing him throughout the day, or edging him a little. but you still need some type of lube. so you go to apply the first bottle you see and he's pink when he asks you "😳 is that ... strawberry ... ?" and you're confused like ??? bro you just asked me to fuck you into next week why're you interested in the flavored lube

but. but listen. he would get so enthusiastic about it. at first it's just "maybe I can stand to eat them out just a little bit before ..." and then after you come the first time it devolves really, really quickly into the need to just. take care of you. and it stretches on until you've come three or four times, and you're still shaking, and he's just. completely gone in subspace

hmm ... george climbing up onto your lap when he's done with you, going in to give you a kiss, and he tastes like strawberry. and he ends up moaning right into your mouth because he's been so horny but so? understimulated?? that he outright jumps as soon as his dick grazes your thigh. it would only take a couple stuttery grinds before he's finishing on both of your stomachs

and he's just so cute when comes, or when he bites down on your shoulder to keep himself quiet. and it's your birthdays. so, you decide you'll give him a reason to cry. and he'll finally get put in his place! it's a win-win for both of you!!

istg every time I send you an ask I discover something new about myself. you. you have made a dreamteam simp out of me. I am but a shell of the man I once was. I think I should thank you? [👑]

hearts1ck

i say this nearly every time you send stuff in but...... by god you own my soul. all of it. this – i – first of all, the implications of masochist george losing his fucking mind when you’re rough with him? guhhhfjklgjgf. and ,..d,,f,,, ,, ,, george in pink lingerie. i. i . a... pink satin slip maybe or .... ohghfd; oh my god those. that cat panty/bra set. im ascending im losing my brain as i type this i cannot –

okay im back on earth. he’d get into that rhythm and settle like liquid while he gets to work on you, and his subspace face is so self-satisfied and nearly smug so he’s just having the time of his life,,, and he makes such a loud noise when his dick twitches against your thigh and maybe... JUST MAYBE he whimpers extra watery when you drag his hips to grind against where you’re wet and dripping/your spent cock as if he’s the one who’d get overstimulated by it. when he finally leans away, eyelids heavy, you gently fit your hand over his jaw and ask, “did you even ask? it’s one thing to come without permission, but not even caring to ask? georgie, i might just be offended,” and he whines “green”s against your neck before you even check-in

and because u made it abt both of our birthdays ,,,, spanks for each year we’ve been alive methinks ??? and then the scratch down his ass gets him hard again and he’s so embarrassed by it, ,,, , ,, ,, ,, ,, ,

also thank god you’ve joined the george boat. i’m so proud of myself for hopefully being part of the reason you got dragged over here HJFKDHSKD

#👑 anon #(my beloved) #keep #anon thoughts: george #redsick #SHAWTY WANT THE WHOLE CREW SHAWTY BAD

as soon as you said birthday spanks I decided I had to write more about this. and I was going to leave more snippets in your askbox like the fucking gremlin creature I am, but then my thoughts started. actually having structure? and then I started writing it. and I tried to do homework and write on study breaks only but. I just kept coming back to this. this is the polar opposite of writer's block. I think I'm cursed or something. so here I am rushing to finish this so that I may rest in peace!!

yes I've been writing nonstop since I sent you that ask. what of it. what the fuck of it.

when I said I discover something new about myself every time we interact, I. I'm serious. I think I might be insane or something. I'm way too sadistic. you'll see. what the fuck is this? what the fuck did I just write??

this would have done so much critical psychic damage if I had posted it on November 1st in real life, but mental illness says I can't let my horny thoughts rattle around in my brain for that long. so!! it's you guys's problem now xoxoxo

I'm not fucking proofreading this. love you though 💗

I did end up proofreading actually. oops! looks like posting at 23:00 isn't always a good idea.

November 1st

CW: explicit, anal (kind of vague), bondage (collar + leash), corruption, domspace (I think??), edging, handjob, humiliation, masochism, oral, praise, sadism, spanking, subspace, swearing. I call George a whore and a slut at least once. and also, George calls yellow at one point. this one kind of surprised me so just. Be Careful. I cannot believe I wrote this. I don't know where this came from.

format: one-shot

people: GeorgeNotFound

pronouns: he/him; I use the word "sir;" reader has male anatomy; I use the words "cock," "dick," and "head;" reader can ejaculate

—

dawn shines through drawn curtains, illuminating the tile floor and your robed figure reflecting off it. batter sizzles in the skillet as you flip the last pancake over. this side looks golden brown, like honeycomb or caramelized sugar. that delicious, freshly-baked fragrance mingles with scented candles. it's perfect, you smile. he's going to love it.

you lift the pancake with a spatula, stacking it on top of the others on his plate. you bring it to his seat at the table, along with the butter, the syrup, the honey, the jam…and you go to pour him a drink.

"hey baby," you greet warmly to the sleepyhead rubbing his eyes in the entryway, still clinging to a pillow. his hair's a mess, only wearing socks and a sweatshirt that reaches down past his thighs. you reckon he'd only just crawled out of bed.

"morning…" he yawns, stumbling past you to take his seat.

"milk?" you ask, he only nods. "did you sleep okay?"

he hums affirmatively. "I…can we…"

one track mind, you joke inwardly. but you don't blame him. "of course," you open the fridge.

you hear him pause. "…is it too early for that?"

"no, no!" you give him a lighthearted laugh. "I kind of expected it, to be honest…I want it, too."

he's silent under the noise of you rummaging through the fridge. "I—"

"sorry—it looks like all we have is strawberry milk. is that alright?"

"yeah…yeah, that's alright. I…actually…wanted to try something new." you shut the fridge, he's fidgeting in his seat.

"hit me with it," your expression is gentle. you pass his cup off to him, but he holds his hand over yours a little too long, looking up at you.

"fuck me like you hate me."

you don't know if it's hearing him swear, or the way he said it so calmly, or how he closed his eyes and swallowed hard before his tone could dip down into something lower. but like a match in an torrent of gasoline, suddenly you're burning up.

you only realize you're staring when he bites his lip and looks down. you start to say something, but the words don't form.

he laughs nonthreateningly, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. "is that a yes?"

you laugh with him. "I…yes, absolutely yes." you turn back around to make your own stack of pancakes. "you should eat first, though."

"what?" he teases. "will I need the energy?"

you smile. "yeah. I think you will." you can practically feel him open his mouth in protest, but he stays silent after that.

and it stays mostly silent while you cook your pancakes. you hear the clinking of his fork on his plate, but it isn't very disruptive. it sounds like he's hurrying to finish his food.

when you go back to the table with your own platter, he's already done eating. he's red down to his neck, fidgeting with the hem of his sweatshirt, looking at you expectantly. you spot a pair of tassels peeking out from under it, just below his hip bones. is that…

he pulls the hem up just a bit, holding your gaze. he smiles, apparently satisfied watching your face heat up.

"I—you should go…go get ready," you manage. he gets up before you even finish your sentence, only stopping to give you a quick kiss on the cheek.

except it isn't quick, when he slides his hand down to rest firmly on your collar, and leans in to trail kisses down your neck. "a-and leave that on," you stutter.

he pauses, just under your jaw. "leave what on?" he murmurs.

your breath catches, you shut your eyes. "whatever the fuck it is you're wearing under there."

he's hardly grazing your skin, but you can feel how hot he is next to you. it takes all of your willpower not to shiver.

he pulls back quickly, only his hand lingering. "I don't know what you're talking about." and just like that, he disappears into your bedroom.

you reach up a hand tentatively to your collar, hot to the touch. I'm in way too deep, you decide, and force yourself to take a bite of your food despite your nerves.

—

"that," you hiss. "that fucking outfit. that."

"oh, this?" he bites his lip, hooking his thumb in the keyhole. "this's just what I went to bed in last night."

"fuck you. we both know that isn't true."

he tugs gently on his top, pulling it a little to the side. "what's the big deal? can't I wear something special for my birthday?"

"it's special, all right," and you leave it at that, opting instead to slot between his legs where he sits waiting on the edge of the bed. you bring up a hand to cup his jaw, brushing your thumb across his cheek. you'll never get enough of the way he looks at you, like you're intoxicating.

…? you frown.

"is something…missing?" he perks up instantly at "missing."

"what…?" he chooses his words carefully.

"the collar—your collar. where is it?" you turn away to start going through your bedside table, but the way his lips quirk up into a sly smile isn't lost on you.

that's lube…that's a vibrator…where the fuck is it…? "w-what collar?" he stumbles over his words.

your mind jumps to say, the collar that came with that outfit, or I know you know what I'm talking about, but you won't give him the satisfaction. you decide to speak a little darker, only a firm "George." you hear him swallow.

"w-well," his voice is shaky, "you only told me to leave on whatever I was wearing under my shirt. and…I wasn't wearing that collar at breakfast…s-so technically…"

you stop looking immediately. you turn to take him in, legs crossed, stance confident, but expression showing uncertainty. you can see the regret on his face. "get up." he takes a shallow breath. "get up."

"I'm—"

"don't I'm sorry me," you snap. "you look for your fucking collar on your own."

he slips off the bed, looking ashamed, but starts digging through the drawer all the same. "I really am sorry," he murmurs. you take his place sitting on the bed. he finds what he's looking for rather quickly: a simple white leather collar with a bell, and a leash. he hands them off to you shyly. "um, here…"

"good boy," you praise. "kneel."

he shuts his eyes and does as he's told. you can see the bliss wash over his face just at being ordered around. his lips part a little as he lets out a heavy breath. if only I knew what this would do to him, you muse, I'd have done this ages ago.

you fasten the collar, revelling in how he shivers at the gentle sensation of cold leather hanging around his neck. you leave it a little bit loose, but still comfortable, and hook the leash in its place. he sits obediently still on his knees, looking deep in thought.

"Oh, I know what I'm gonna do to you," you bait. "how old are you today?"

"mmm. twenty-five." he looks down.

you smile, holding tight onto the leash. "I'm gonna edge you. twenty-five times."

he flinches away immediately, yet hums in pleasant surprise when the leash snaps taught. the bell jingles stiffly. "no way. that's way too much."

"I think you should've thought about that before you wore that to breakfast," you decide, tugging a little. he's caught off-guard and stumbles forward, stopping himself by leaving a clumsy pair of kisses on the inside of your thigh. the metal and leather feel refreshingly cool against your feverish skin. "we've got all day, baby."

you expect to hear some kind of protest, you're crazy. or a playful taunt, I'm better off doing this by myself. but he knits his brows and openly moans at the thought. "all day…" he repeats.

he looks up at you, almost pleading, and you can hear the resignation in his voice when he whispers "alright."

"get up here," you command. "on top of me." as he climbs up into your lap, a little too eagerly, you add, "and take your dick out."

you shrug your robe off your shoulders while he's working on his panties, and without thinking, you ask, "color?"

he stops, leaving his head poking cutely over the waistband. he looks up at you again. "…what?"

"um…color," you explain. "like, how are you doing? is this okay? I don't actually want to hurt you. uhhh…green means good, yellow means slow down, and red means stop."

he stifles a laugh. "you're such a nerd. I'm okay."

"alright." you blush a little. "we can stop whenever you need to. this is for you…" you think of something horribly unsexy to say. "…birthday boy."

now he's really laughing, with his whole body. you think the way it makes his collar jingle is cute. "oh my god. shut up. just shut up," his expression turns serious, and he drops to a whisper, "and fuck me."

that got you hot again. you pull him by the leash into a kiss, you bite his lip, you eat him up. and you grab the both of you together with your other hand, you moan in tandem. you can feel how you took him by surprise in the way he twitches under your thumb, the way he leans into you with his whole body. you part from the kiss and he leans back on his heels, panting hard, holding on to your shoulders for support. you can feel him shaking a little.

when you move your hand all the way up the first time, you squeeze both of your heads gently, and he practically falls into you. muffled in the crook of your neck, he begs, "god, do that again."

so you do. again. and again. what was a string of stuttered breaths turns into a single broken moan as you jerk the both of you off. when you think you're getting close, you let go of yourself to focus all your attention on him.

"fuck, sir," he whines—hahaha, that sir made your cock leak a little. he shut his eyes tight. "I-I-I think—I think I'm—"

just like that, you stop, and he goes slack, practically laying on you. but he doesn't grind back, or even move to touch himself. that won't last very long.

you let him come back down, knowing edging takes a lot out of you; maybe even more so than actually coming does. slowly but surely, his breathing steadies. you rub between his shoulderblades affectionately, still trying to ground yourself, too.

once you've found your voice again, you question, "are you gonna count for me?"

he makes a sound against your skin, somewhere between excitement and fear. "…o-one." you revel in how fucked-out he sounds already.

"one what?" you prod.

he seems at a loss, like he's forgotten himself, what he said. after a minute or two of pondering, he catches on. "…sir."

it's your turn to moan. your dick jumps at the honorific, still mostly untouched against your stomach. "good boy." and you dive back in. twenty-four to go.

—

it's noon. you're working on nineteen. and your partner's getting much more…expressive. he's started biting his hand to keep himself quiet, but he's still…

"I-I—oh fuck, I'm—fuck, I-I'm—I'm—" he whimpers through his teeth. and he yelps, whole body shaking, bell jingling incessantly, when he comes all over your hand and stomach.

you take your hand off him immediately, and this time he does try to reach down, ride through it, but you grab both his wrists to stop him. he grinds down uselessly against your thigh and your dick. although you're still hard, and only a hairline trigger away from coming yourself, it doesn't stop you from keeping this brat in line. you only bite your lip and close your eyes.

he leans his forehead against yours, moving in to give you a kiss, but you push him away.

"did you never learn how to fucking count?" you growl.

he winces. "I-I-I-I'm…I'm sorry—"

you scowl at your hand, covered in come. "here, slut," you raise it up to his lips. "clean this off for me."

he tears up a little, but takes your fingers into his mouth all the same. pretty quickly, though, he spits them back out.

"it doesn't taste good…" he complains.

"oh? oh, it doesn't?" you mock. "but it felt good, when you came without my permission, like a cheap fucking whore."

a couple of tears spill over, roll down his cheeks, yet he says nothing, only moving back in to lap his come off your hand. you can see it in his expression that he's not very happy about it, but he doesn't protest further.

"is this good enough, sir?" he asks, when it seems that he's gotten it all. it looks clean enough, you agree. you grab him by the chin, hooking your thumb in his mouth. you don't even have to tell him to suck.

"you come without my approval again, and it's over. you can go back to playing minecraft—or what-the-fuck-ever—with your friends for your birthday. do you want to sleep on the couch, Georgie?"

if he wasn't crying before, he's definitely crying now. he doesn't shake his head, but he circles your fingertip with his tongue enthusiastically, as if to say, I'll be good, I'll be good this time, looking up at you doe-eyed.

"bend over for me," you demand. "across my lap."

he does so immediately. he slips a little bit while he's changing positions, you hear the bell ring, and he scrambles to correct himself. he settles with his ankles crossed and his head in his hands, propping himself up on his elbows. you feel a little bad, you admit, but you won't budge; he has a safeword, you trust that he'll use it.

"let's try that again," your tone softens. "I want you to count for me, okay?"

he nods.

you pull his panties to the side, pause briefly, and bring down your hand with a satisfying smack.

"ohhhhhh—" he moans, jolting a little. "—holy shit, did you just spank me?"

your stomach drops, you go to rub him gently where you just hit him. "is that okay—?"

"it's hot, it's so hot, fuck," he shifts in your lap. "um, sorry…one."

seriously, something about hearing him swear awakens something in you, every time. you're fired up. you spank him again.

"mmm—two…" is he…? "three…"

you pause to massage his ass again, and to speak. "you're…you're hard again, aren't you?"

you didn't even spank him yet, but he lets out a moan. "fuck, I—I just. I want you. I want this. so, so much."

you wonder if this is actually the same George who was fidgeting with his pillow in the dining room this morning.

"you're so bad, getting turned on by something like this," you tease. he only moans in response.

"four—five—six—seven…" he chokes out. "it's starting to sting…"

you take a break, kneading the skin where your angry red handprint is starting to take shape.

"eight…nine…but god, it hurts so good…" he wipes his eyes with the back of his hand. "ten…"

at ten, you linger for a moment, holding a handful of his ass. "does it?"

"yes—yesyesyes," he buries his face in the pillow, and shivers. "fuck, eleven…twelve…"

you pull his panties down to his knees, and switch sides. he lifts his hips up, so I can reach him better, you guess. you don't miss the telltale glint of a butt plug, but you'll get to that later.

"thirteen—fourteen—fifteen—sixteen," he moans between slaps. he's gripping the pillowcase so hard his knuckles are white.

in this new position, the way he jumps with every hit makes his cock brush against yours just right. fuck, you're still hard from earlier. this time you're the one who whimpers.

"seventeen, eighteen," he pauses, breathless. you pull gently on his leash, he arches his back and moans, "n-nineteen." his bell jingles.

he grinds down, just for a moment, and the friction is delicious. you're a little dizzy, you think you might've thrust back. you both sigh at the feeling.

"…t-twenty…see? I-I can count…I'm a good boy…I'm good for you…aren't I?"

"you are," you murmur, but you aren't sure he hears you. "you're so good…"

"twenty-one—twenty-two…I-I feel like I haven't done anything right today…twenty-three…"

"…George…?" you hear a muffled sob.

"twenty-four…" he mumbles.

"George?" you start to get concerned. he just keeps crying. "hey…" you whisper. you gently prompt him to turn him over; the pillow's a little wet. you pull the panties off all the way, and get him out of the bra, which had a little stray come on it. you help him sit up in your lap, and pull him into a hug.

"am I really just a whore…?" he asks brokenly.

"you've been so good for me, baby. you've done everything I've asked." you wipe his tears away with your thumb. "are you okay?"

"but I—" he coughs. "—I came too soon, I came without your permission…"

you kiss his hair, and hold him to your chest. "you've been so patient. I'm proud of you."

he finally wraps his arms around you. "I-I'm sorry."

"nonsense," you reassure. "your comfort takes priority. are you okay? color?"

"I…" he searches for the words. "I dunno. yellow? I…that hurt, I think. being…degraded?"

you comb through his hair with your fingers. "I understand. thank you for telling me. I love you."

—

you stay like that for a minute. you grab him a snack and a drink, but for the most part, you just enjoy each other's company, tangled-up together. you don't bother putting your clothes back on.

it's later in the evening. you're straddling him, peppering his shoulders with kisses, and he's giggling underneath you. he turns over to give you a short and sweet kiss.

"baby?" he says, looking expectantly.

"what is it?" you sit back on your heels.

he hesitates. "…I wanna keep going. from earlier."

you're serious again. "are you sure you're okay?" you grab his hand, bringing it up to kiss his fingertips. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm alright," he assures. "I remember you promising me an all-day thing, though."

you blush, a little surprised by his forwardness. "of course. I think…I…" you laugh. "I wanna fuck you."

"yeah?" he smiles, leaning up close. "show me how much."

you hold his jaw while you kiss him, biting his bottom lip between your teeth. he tastes like the coffee and cream you made him earlier. you feel his breath hitch. he reaches up to hold your shoulders.

you pull back. "hey, blow me first."

"what? why?" he giggled.

"it's been a couple hours, I'm not hard anymore," you coax. "I thought you liked taking orders?"

he cringed. "but come tastes gross!"

you slid off him and hopped off the bed, opening the drawer. "suit yourself. you get to watch me jack off, then."

"fine by me, I think you look good when you masturbate."

"ohhh, I forget, you're too blissed-out to pay attention to how I look when you're getting fucking owned."

"I am not!"

"you are too!" he sticks his tongue out at you.

you open the lid, pouring a little on your hand, a little on your cock. it's translucent pink, seems a little fragrant. you give yourself a couple of strokes with a sigh.

he's quiet for a second, then, shyly, "um…is that…strawberry flavored…?"

you bite your lip. "I thought you weren't gonna give me head?"

"I was just curious." it's a weak lie, but you say nothing.

your eyes are shut, but you can feel him moving around a bit on the bed, you hear his bell ring a couple times. you feel a hand on your thigh, so you decide to peek. and holy shit.

your partner's made his way to the floor, on his knees between your legs, holding his leash in his mouth, his fucking mouth, what the fuck. his thumb's rubbing circles on the inside of your thigh. the half-lidded look he's giving you should be criminal.

"you—I thought you said you wouldn't…" you can't find the words. you reach out and take the leash from his mouth. you see your hand shake in front of you.

"I'm just watching…" he whispers, looking up at you, mesmerized.

you're only able to get a couple of pumps in before he's joining you, hand over yours as you get yourself off. just the extra sensation of somebody else's touch is enough to make you bite back a moan.

"fuck—!" you jolt when he licks a stripe up the underside. he mouths over the head, jerking you off on his own now. you move to grip the sheets in one hand, his leash in the other. and you come without warning. you see it end up on his hand and your stomach before you shut your eyes tight.

he's quiet while you're coming down, just helping you ride it out, giving you kisses on your thighs. when you look back down at him, he's got two of his fingertips in his mouth, licking them clean. he stands up abruptly, it startles you a little. you see his bell ring. and he grabs you by the hips and leans down to your midriff.

"…I don't think I cleaned you off all the way earlier…" he breathes, and he starts to lap up the mess of his and your come that's been on you since this afternoon.

what the fuck. why is this so hot? why is he so hot? all too soon, your spent cock twitches in interest at your lover. he cups it with a hand, smiling against your tummy. you're so sensitive it hurts. you think you mean to say something, but nothing comes out.

"hmm…?" he bites his lip. "you still want some more?" all you can do is whine. at this point, you don't know if it's in protest or invitation.

you don't get the chance to find out either, because fuck, he's really going down on you now. you don't know what the fuck he's doing with his tongue, or where his gag reflex went, but at this rate you're gonna come again.

"George—George, baby, I—slow down, I-I'm—" you plead. his leash slips out of your hand, you tip your head back.

he swallows.

—

the last thing you remember is coming harder than you ever have in your life. you think you held him by his hair. you might've fucked his mouth a little. he's never let you come in his mouth before…fuck…

it's nighttime now. he's riding your thigh, got one of his legs slotted between yours. the friction between his knee and your overstimulated cock feels embarrassingly good. you're so dizzy, all you can articulate is a loud moan. you don't sound at all like you remember. his bell keeps ringing and ringing and ringing as he grinds against you.

he leans down, one arm holding your hip, the other keeping himself propped up. he bites your shoulder, hard, hard enough to bruise. he comes on both of your stomachs.

"George," you beg. you're losing your voice.

"mmmmmmsir," he slurs. "fuck me."

"George, I…" you don't know what you're saying. the end of your sentence turns into a whimper.

"you need me to get you hard again? you need me to rile you up?" he turns to kiss your jaw, feeling around for your dick. "like this?"

"George," you sound urgent, until he squeezes right around the head, and you forget what you were saying. you're pretty fucking close to forgetting who you are entirely.

he sits up on top of you, grinning. "love the way you say my name, sir."

that name. all it takes is the way he says that fucking name and you're ready to go again. you flip the two of you over, so that you're towering over him instead. "you still didn't. fucking. ask me. if you could come."

he giggles, a little crazed. he hooks his arms around his knees, hugging them to his chest.. "so what? so what? you gonna fuck me 'till I behave?"

"yes," you reach down, "I think I will." and you pull out the butt plug he (probably forgot he) had in all day.

"fuck—" he sobs. you watch his dick bob. precome drips into a pool on his stomach. "—green—green—so fucking green."

you're still sensitive from coming twice—you're pretty sure he is too. you lean down to give him a kiss, you moan into each other's mouths. he tastes like strawberries and his and your come. it is a little gross, you admit. but he's so tight and so fucking cute that you can't bring yourself to care. you part, and there's a line of salvia connecting the two of you.

"wait—" you say, but it comes out like a growl. "roll over."

he gets on his hands and knees, reaching back and spreading himself open for you. fuck.

you fuck him like that, holding the leash tight, loving the way he arches his back into the bed. the bell on his collar jingles incessantly.

you spank him, one last time.

"th-that's twenty-f-five—oh, fuck, sir," he growls, clinging on to the blankets for dear life.

you pin one of his hands in place and reach down to touch him. he starts laughing again.

"mmmmmmay I please come, sir? I—fuck—I'm so close, soclosesoclose," his breath stutters, you can hear the breaks in his voice. he buries his face in the blankets.

I'm close, you think, but the words don't make it out. "you're so good—you're so fucking good—come for me—fuck, come for me."

—

you're a mess. there's some drying solution of come and lube on your stomach. not to mention whatever the fuck's going on with your hair. your robe is discarded haphazardly on the floor. you think you've got a hickey, but you can't remember where.

actually, you're both a mess. he's also covered in come, sweat, and lube. he's got a red ring around his neck where you pulled him by the leash a little too hard. he's just covered in bruises. he clings to your arm, still fast asleep. you both passed out pretty quickly after…whatever that was, but you got back up a couple hours later. it doesn't look like he did, though.

actually, your whole bedroom is a mess. a blanket or two ended up discarded on the floor. there's an empty bottle of edible lube somewhere around here. your kitty lingerie set, still dirty, somehow ended up hanging in the closet. the first time you woke up you were both cuddling with a butt plug that you misplaced in the heat of the moment.

you don't think you've ever seen him like that. you can't even put it into words. you've never spanked him. he's never called you sir. you've never come in his mouth. he's never…begged for you like that before. you've never been so exhausted after coming that you both just, just fainted.

you feel lightheaded, and dead tired. you know you both must have gotten back up and gone at it at least a couple more times, but it's blurry, you can't remember. all you know is your vibrator's missing, and you feel…unusually empty, like you do the morning-after getting railed a little too hard.

last night…what the fuck happened last night?

you contemplate getting up, slipping your arm out of his embrace, pulling the covers back up around him, leaving to make breakfast. you're kind of disgusting, several hours after sex without cleaning up properly. you want to get yourselves some washcloths, maybe take shower together, or run him a bath. you know he's gotta be way more sore than you are.

you catch yourself staring, lost in thought; he just looks too cute when he's very clearly roughed up, but still sleeping soundly. and with the way he wanted…the way he needed you yesterday, you don't think he would want to wake up alone.

maybe it's okay if we sleep in a little longer.

you stroke his hair and whisper, "happy birthday, baby boy."

—

edited 14 March 2021

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Dear Diary - JJ Maybank

Request: Hi!! I have a fluffy fic request if u dont mind - JJ and y/n are best friends, but y/n has a huge crush on him and she writes abt it in her diary a lot. One day JJ accidentally sees a page where she is rambling abt him, and he's very happy cos he loves her too, but never told her anything as he was afraid of a possible rejection. So he starts giving her massive hints re: his feelings and then they eventually confess their love to each other. ❤

Request: can I have one with JJ please? Where the reader is in love with JJ but thinking he is in love with Kie or someone else. JJ loves the reader but is to scared to telling her. Can you make this with angst and fluffy? Thank you ❤️❤️

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The first and only time that you had worked up the courage to tell JJ that you had a crush on him you were fourteen. Just finished ninth grade, a little shier than the rest of your friends, excited about the summer, and harboring a monumental crush on your best friend. You had hoped, stupidly, that he liked you back and had eagerly pulled him aside during a party to tell him that you liked him.

“Well?” And when he didn’t answer you back after a minute, just looking back over his shoulder to your friend group, to Kiara, you started to get nervous. This had been all wrong.

“I just, don’t think I like you like that.” JJ replied, looking back at you, eyes apologetic, “Sorry, I think we’re awesome friends.”

“Yeah, friends.” You nodded, “that’s fine.”

“I just-” he glanced at Kiara again, laughing at something John B was saying.

“It’s okay, seriously, it’s good.” You promised, knowing full well that you were lying to him. It wasn’t okay and you were slowly realizing that the ache you felt from not telling him was not worse than the absolute heartbreak you felt now, standing there knowing that he didn’t like you. That you were just a friend and that’s all you ever would be.

Crushes are peculiar things though and you no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t shake yours. JJ was impossible to avoid, even if you had truly wanted to, but you did what you could to lessen the amount of time you spent with him. That first summer after you told him it was like he was everywhere you went. Like the universe was constantly reminding you of your failed attempt at love, putting JJ in your way no matter what you were doing. At a party, surfing with Pope, at your house, at the Chateau, it was like he was always around. The only option you saw for yourself was to distance yourself from the pogues too.

And you did, because it worked. Staying away helped ease the heartache. Polite hellos and the occasional fishing trip with Pope or John B, you kept your distance from JJ and Kiara by proxy, terrified that you would hear something you didn’t want to if you stayed close. But even after three years and purposeful distance your crush didn’t lessen.

The only thing that seemed to ease your mind was journaling. You’d been keeping journals for as long as you could remember, documenting moments in time that you thought you wanted to look back on someday. Good moments like parties and every time JJ said a single syllable to you and bad times, like how you knew he didn’t like you and you were positive he liked Kiara.

The bell above the door of the smoothie shop you worked at rang as JJ and Pope walked in and you pushed your journal away from you before they could get a glimpse. “Hey stranger,” JJ grinned as he walked over, leaning against the counter.

You could feel your heart beat pick up at the close proximity and caught the knowing smile that Pope gave you over JJ’s shoulder. “Hey,”

“I feel like I never see you.” He said, eyeing the board, “can I get a blue mango smoothie?”

“We just saw each other on Friday.” You offered, moving away from him to make the smoothie he asked for. He’d talk his way out of paying for it until either you or Pope fronted the bill, something you were used to when he did come around.

Every couple of weeks, for a least the last year and half when JJ realized that you and he seemed to be drifting apart, he started dropping in at your work, looking for you. Sometimes you saw him before he saw you, ducking into the back and getting a co-worker to wait on him. But sometimes, like today, it was slow and you were the only one in the shop.

“Barely, I offered you a beer and then I didn’t see you for the rest of the night.”

“Oh, I guess,” you shrugged, “I was talking to some guy from school.”

“What about?”

“Uh...none of your business.” You replied.

Pope laughed at your back and forth, grabbing a water bottle from the refrigerator by the counter, “I hate to ditch but I promised my dad I’d run groceries for him. Don’t let him talk you into paying for that!”

“I pay for my drinks!” JJ called as Pope backed out of the store, waving at you. “I pay for my drinks.” He repeated, turning back to face you.

“Okay.”

“So I was thinking,” he started to say, cut off by the whirring of the blender. You glanced back and frowned at him, shrugging about the noise before turning back. You were hoping he would leave once he’d gotten the smoothie, drawn away by something else. When the blender cut off finally and you took it out of it’s holder JJ continued on, seemingly unphased, “I was thinking you haven’t been out on the boat with us in a while.”

“I guess not,” you had steered clear of any group activities since you told him you liked him. An incredible feat considering you were turning eighteen soon and you’d been fourteen then. “I work a lot though.”

“Take a day off.”

“I’ll try.” You offered, passing the smoothie across the counter to him. JJ reached out for it, hand brushing yours and smiling like he knew what his smile did to you. “Maybe saturday...if you guys are going.” It didn’t take much to wear you down.

“Saturday’s good.” He nodded, taking a sip, “hey-”

“You forgot your wallet.”

“No, I had my wallet...but it was in Pope’s pocket. Cause we switched shorts earlier, cause his got a stain on them and he didn’t want to wear those to wor-”

“Are you trying to sell me a story right now?” You laughed, “we may not hang out all the time J but I’ve known you long enough, I can tell you’re lying.”

“I’ve fooled you once or twice.”

“Name a time.” You laughed, punching in the employee discount for the smoothie before swiping your own credit card.

JJ bit down on his bottom lip, eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at you, more serious than the playful nature of the conversation called for, as if he was thinking about something he’d said before. Finally, he shook his head, smiling and tapping the counter, “I’ll see you on Saturday.”

You were right, JJ knew he couldn’t lie to you but that didn’t mean that he had never tried. He had lied to you once, in the seventeen years that the two of you were friends, and actually pulled it off. And he’d regretted it ever since.

As promised, because you lacked the ability to resist JJ, you showed up to the Chateau in the morning on Saturday. He was already out on the jetty, throwing fishing gear in the Pogue, just in case.

“Does that cooler have person food or fish food?” You called, walking up to him. You handed you backpack to him and let him help you on board. When you stepped down he didn’t move away, crowding your space and looking down at you. You looked away quickly, though you didn’t miss the way he licked his lips as you skirted passed him.

“Neither,” JJ finally said, popping the top up so you could look inside, “it’s all beer baby.”

You laughed, shaking your head at him. “I shouldn’t be surprised I guess. Where’s everyone else?”

“Pope and John B have work and Kie said she’s busy...sorry.”

“That’s okay, we can hang out.” You replied, shrugging, trying to calm your nerves as you stepped over some reels to sit down.

“Exactly.” JJ agreed.

In complete honesty he had texted John B after seeing you in the smoothie shop, asking if he could take the boat out on Saturday and, if asked, John B could pretend that he was super busy. He hadn’t really put anymore planning into this then that, despite Kiara telling him that he should. The last thing JJ wanted was to make you feel cornered or worse, to have you find out that he knew that you still liked him.

It was an accident, really. A rather happy one, on his end. He’d been at a party with Pope when he noticed your backpack abandoned by the pool. He recognized the pins on the front and went over to grab it, finding a notebook beneath it that had your name on the inside with homemade stickers all over the front.

“What are you doing?” Pope had whispered, leaning passed his best friend to see what JJ was looking at. Pope had seen you with your journal enough times to know exactly what it was. “Put that back.”

“Why? It’s just a notebook...” he replied, voice drifting off as he flipped through the pages, landing on one from the day before. In the dim light of the torches that lined the pool area JJ had caught sight of his name in your handwriting and stopped to read the page. He knew, technically, that it wasn’t a good idea for him to be reading something that you clearly didn’t intend to ever have anyone read, an invasion of privacy, he was sure Kiara would say.

“JJ!” Pope reached around him and grabbed the notebook out of his hand, slapping it closed and shoving it back into your backpack, “dude, don’t read that.”

“Sorry, sorry.” He shook his head, not saying out loud what he had just read. He’d seen it though, that you still liked him. Despite ninth grade and the one great lie that JJ told you. Despite the distance you had manufactured between you and him. You still liked him and JJ was determined to let you know that he liked you too.

He knew that he couldn’t just come out and say it though. How would that go? Him confessing that he read your diary and knew you liked him and guess what it was the incentive he needed because he liked you too but he was so worried about fucking things up that he just insisted on being friends. No, that would never work. You’d be pissed that he had read something he was never meant to. So he let Pope return your backpack and he started a long game of hints. Blatant hints that he was interested, or so he thought but you didn’t seem to realize. You were oblivious that every time he stopped in the smoothie shop or sought you out at parties or invited you to hang out that he was trying to tell you that he liked you.

So he tried the more direct approach. An afternoon on the boat, just the two of you. But that wasn’t working either cause he was listening to you talk about some dumb podcast series your dad was obsessed with and how he would play it top volume throughout the house.

“And the guy said-”

“Oh my god!” JJ groaned. He’d tried sitting close and touching your back and telling you that you looked nice and holding your hand when you stepped on board and you were with him, alone, on the boat, for gods sake.

“What’s the matter?” You asked, a little startled at his sudden outburst.

“You. This.” JJ practically shouted, standing up on the boat suddenly and making it sway a little. “Not...what I mean is...I know I shouldn’t have but I read your diary thing and I know you still like me and I like you.”

“You read my diary? When?”

“At that party like last month,” He said, “did you hear me? I said I like you?”

“I heard you say you read my diary! JJ, that’s my personal thoughts and feelings, I can’t believe you read that!” You were comprehending one part of the conversation at a time and your brain had settled on this. That he had invaded your privacy.

“I didn’t mean too! I opened it and saw my name!”

“You should’ve closed it!”

“Well I didn’t!” He raised his voice to match yours, both of you almost shouting at each other on a boat in the middle of the marsh.

“Oh and what? You read it and thought ‘how pathetic she still likes me’ and now you’ve done all this?”

“Are you kidding me? You think I can even plan something that far in advance? I tried like 12 other ways of telling you I like you! And what are you talking about...I’m telling you I like you!”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Well tough shit cause I do. And I know you like me too cause I read it!” He insisted.

You crossed your arms and looked away from him for a moment, a deep set frown as you thought about what he said. He liked you. “Like...like me, like me?” You asked slowly, looking back at him.

“Yeah.” He replied, shoulders drooping as he relaxed.

“Well I like you too.”

“I know.”

“JJ!” You groaned.

He bit his lower lip as he sat down next to you on the bench, facing you. “So...we both like each other?” He said, grinning.

“It would appear so.” You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling as you twisted to face him. “This doesn’t mean free smoothies though, you owe me like...20 bucks, at least.”

“We’re gonna need to negotiate these terms.”

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cattles-bians · 3 years

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damie vibecca exes au part 8

post directory

obsetress: now i just want fanart of damvibecca at the gym

em: well. pitch it to me comrade ghostfucker

obsetress: idk that's about as far as i got i just reread that bit about vibecca in their matching gym outfits and my brain got stuck

em: hypothetically do u have a colour palette in mind bc i associate gym outfits w like. bright loud colours and

em: idk if it works w our earth sign queens

[em note: emily is a liar and did NOT draw fanart of damvibecca at the gym]

[em note 2: we have the gym art now [x] [x]]

obsetress: i was imagining like charcoals tbh, or jewel tones

obsetress: i could see them in like jewel tone purples or that jewel tone blue green color

obsetress: yeah viola jewel tones or blacks n charcoals

obsetress: becs pastels and camels but jewel tones at the gym

em: it’s about Matching

em: And Destroying Ur Ex (platonically)

obsetress: yeah

obsetress: viola's feeling particularly smug about it but then

obsetress: dani's in an old school tshirt and shorts and jamie's in............ one of dani's old school tshirts and shorts

em: YES

obsetress: not intentionally, she just grabbed whatever was there

obsetress: dani chirps "oh you two look so cute! baby look, they have a matched set"

obsetress: viola arches an eyebrow "and so do you, it seems" and dani laughs "not on purpose, jamie just grabbed whatever was on top in the drawer"

viola: you two... share... a wardrobe?

dani: yeah?

em: god cute

obsetress: cute n dumb

em: they can share nearly everything except pants

em: well. pants as a treat

em: haha pants

em: trousers

obsetress: also rly nice rly clean smooth funny juxtaposition in my brain of vibecca being the ones who intentionally match and damie the ones for whom it just accidentally happens

obsetress: hahahah pants

obsetress: they can share pants but................ should they

em: idk miss chapter 12 danis thighs jamies pyjamas

em: should they

obsetress: PLEASE

obsetress: that's exactly what i was referring to THANKS

obsetress: anyway

obsetress: rebecca just laughs

obsetress: viola huffs and bex is like "sorry, babe, but it is kind of funny"

em: dani jamie wearing like

obsetress: YEAH

obsetress: MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY

em: poor viola

obsetress: thinking about dani's ass in those

em: yeah....

em: violas huffing until jamies exercise flush lasts a little Too Long

obsetress: big blush jamie taylor

em: she’s still like ‘oi dani close ur mouth’ but then she

obsetress: yeah

obsetress: just ogling each other

obsetress: (they briefly pause to ogle vi and rebecca passing a medicine ball back and forth as they do squats and have to acknowledge that, yeah, they've all done alright by themselves)

em: funny montage of the gang doing exercise while surreptitiously taking Peaks

obsetress: omg all i want

obsetress:sometimes having friends as a lesbian means they're all your exes except one, who's your gf, and you're all checking each other out always anyway

And That’s Beautiful

obsetress

obsetress: dani: checking out viola's biceps, rebecca's abs

viola: checking out dani's thighs n ass

rebecca: minding her business

jamie: scowling n scrawny

obsetress:(n also checking out dani's thighs n ass, viola's biceps, and begrudgingly peeking at rebecca's abs)

obsetress: every other woman at the gym: checking out jamie, trying to figure out the entire dynamic here

are they a polycule? what

em: jamie probably like

em: maybe she gets really into running bc she just checks out and listens to her audiobooks but like

em: slow twitch vs fast twitch fibers so stays scrawny

obsetress: i can see that

obsetress: just gets on the treadmill and zones tf out

em: jamie ‘why don’t i have biceps’ taylor vs jamie ‘no u gotta lift w ur hips’ taylor

obsetress: she hates it but her psych told her it'll be good for her routine so you know she was like yes ma'am every day ma'am

em: cant believe safe lifting procedures screwed her over

em: ‘yes ma’am every day ma’am’ ur just Going for it arent ya anshdjdh

obsetress: sorry but don't tell me you can't hear it

obsetress: jamie's the person who takes notes in therapy

obsetress: jamie, in the locker room after their workout: do my biceps look bigger?

dani, patiently, already knowing where this is going: bigger than what, baby?

jamie: than yesterday

dani: mm, rome wasn't built in a day, you know

jamie: do they look bigger at all?

dani: well

em: i mean not to perceive her too much but mattresses scene indicates AE/jamie like. at least some muscle in the leg area

em: poor jamie

em: not playing to her strengths

obsetress: yeah she does

obsetress: i mean ae has toned af arms

obsetress: she's just wiry

em: how could i forget the benchpressing dog gif

obsetress: dani's like "jamie, baby, come do squats with me and vi" "m'good" "baby, c'mon, you'll like it" "don't wanna do squats" "it could be good for you" "don't wanna do squats with you two"

em: dani: you gotta like. eat more

jamie: i eat plenty

dani: no u graze all day and then u don’t eat dinner

obsetress: dani: five biscuits spread out across a day doesn't count as eating more

em: dani: protein jamie it’s abt protein

obsetress: dani: you need more protein, which is why i think some lentils would really––

em: jamie thinks protein shakes are Nasty

obsetress: jamie does think protein shakes are nasty but dani will make her a smoothie and sneak it in like she's a child

obsetress: viola and rebecca, with their matching monogrammed blender bottles, just staring

obsetress: becca's like "jamie, just drink it, really, it's fine"

obsetress: viola just does this haughty sniff at her and that's what finally gets jamie to start

em: jamie can deal w being a brat but the idea of viola having Anything over her drives her Insane

em: Drives Her Fuckign Nuts

obsetress: she hates it

obsetress: just the absolute fuckin worst

em: do u think dani ever like

em: like they REALLY need to clear out storage but it’s a boiling frog situation where it’s increased so gradually that

em: like jamie thinks it’s Fine storage is Clear Enough

em: it’s Not

em: danis like. should we invite rebecca and vi over

em: just be Idea of A Snide Viola Comment fills jamie w a burning rage

obsetress: oh my god

obsetress: i'm obsessed with this

obsetress: i would read a whole oneshot about this

em: eventually dani comes clean abt it n jamie thinks it’s v funny bc yknow; open and honest communication is a v important part of their dynamic

em: jamie: next time just tell me my storage looks like shite dani or i will be grumbling abt viola for a Week

obsetress: inevitably

obsetress: when they do have to come over to clean

obsetress: dani offers them takeout and wine ("step up from pizza and beer at least," jamie grumbles) and viola's like "jesus, dani, let's just go out to dinner. my treat"

obsetress: at dinner, viola's like "if you want more storage, i have some wonderful properties––"

obsetress: rebecca's mouthing "sorry" from next to her across the table

em: every time they go out rebecca takes vi aside n is like ok sweetheart so you promise you’re not gonna try convince them to sell the apartment again

em: and violas like (mock horror) of course i won’t. ye of little faith

em: and every time

em: every time she does

em: she’s tryna HELP

obsetress: she would too she'd be like

obsetress: "i'm just trying to HELP"

obsetress: "they're our FRIENDS"

em: i’m on a mission to figure out like

em: this is way way down the line

em: but i wanna believe eventually viola and jamie start to, at the v least, Tolerate each other

em: jamie might even be fond of the crazy bird but she’ll NEVER admit it

obsetress: god like vi's on business or some shit in like

obsetress: the UAE

obsetress: negotiating some Deal

obsetress: and so dani and jamie get dinner with just bex and they're driving home after and having a perfectly mundane conversation and then jamie's just blurting like

obsetress: "i think i miss vi"

em: she’s HORRIFIED

em: she tries to play it off as like um

em: she’s Too Comfortable

em: things are Too Boring

em: which is weird knowing everything we know abt jamie

em: but actually she just... maybe misses viola

em: danis like god i wish i was recording this

obsetress: jamie's passed out next to her at home later (it's ten pm) and dani's chattering happily away on the phone with vi (drinking a martini in her dubai hotel room at one am since, y'know, no bars) in bed right next to her

obsetress: "jamie, uh, said she misses you. i know. no, i KNOW. don't tell her i told you. yeah, yeah, you win, vi, we know. uh-huh. uh-huh. i'm gonna pretend you didn't just ask me that"

em: CUTE

em: u can’t lord it over her vi it’s a little secret

em: vi's like when have i EVER

em: she does

obsetress: once they're good again, dani and vi absolutely just. lose time (there's a metaphor in there) talking to each other still

em: this is wholesome tbh

em: i really like the damie stories where like

em: look it’s nice when damie have each other but it’s also nice when they have their own friends and stuff

em: dunno how to articulate that well

em: it’s a balance! it’s a balance

obsetress: yeah! exactly

obsetress: because that's part of the love n possession thing too yk

obsetress: not to say either of them would ever be like "no friends for you" but

obsetress: wanting to have a life outside of your partner yk

obsetress: they're meeting vi and rebecca for dinner after vi gets back and vi's just grinning and sweeping jamie into a hug "i heard you missed me"

em: she gets jamie a souvenir t-shirt

em: it’s too big

em: OR

em: child’s t-shirt

obsetress: (jamie sleeps in it that night)

obsetress: oh childs might be better

obsetress: she's like "you're a little scrawny, so..."

em: jamie sleeps in it.... soft bitch

em: she feels too much

obsetress: jamie taylor softest bitch

obsetress: dani watches her pull it on and raises an eyebrow and jamie's just like "wot"

em: jamies like (grumbles) i knew she was comin back i’m just

em: shouldn’t you be HAPPY about this development dani

em: ‘s’a gift... s’rude not t’....’

obsetress: YEAH

obsetress: dani just grins "mmhm"

em: it accidentally makes its way into jamies workout clothes pile

obsetress: oh my GOD oh my god

obsetress: viola's shit eating GRIN when jamie shows up at the gym in it

em: jamies like fok

em: mental maths tryna figure if she wants to just. work out in a sports bra

em: she Doesn’t

obsetress: she Doesn't!

obsetress: (she's shy)

em: god it’s one of those shirts that’s like

em: someone who loves me went to UAE and got me this t-shirt or something

obsetress: dani corners her in their empty row in the locker room "you could've just taken it off, you know" "dunno, not everyone needs to... see that, you know?" "i'd certainly like to see it" jamie rolls her eyes but she's grinning "you can see that any time" "well maybe i wanted to see it during my workout" "dani......."

em: jamies embarrassed bc of her gnarly farmers tan means her tummy is at least five shades lighter than the rest of her

em: crisp tan lines

obsetress: god jamie's farmers tan

em: once again i am bringing my tan lines jamie agenda

obsetress: dani loves jamies dumb farmers tan so much

obsetress: she giggles

obsetress: but it's the most loving giggle possible

em: and then when she gets into running...

em: god when i was rowing there were a couple ppl w like what i called a neapolitan icecream tan which is

em: gimme a second

obsetress: jamie gets all huffy when dani giggles at her tan but then dani's like "baby, no, i think it's cute" and jamie gives her a look and dani grins mischievously and ducks her head

obsetress: and then she's licking and kissing and nipping her way along jamie's dumb tan lines

em: there it is

obsetress: it was inevitable

em: so caught up in the joy of jamies dumb farmer tans i forgot abt her gnarly scar she keeps under wraps

em: baby

em: the most baby

obsetress: baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

em: jamie decides the only way to claim the stupid t-shirt as hers is to cut off the sleeves

em: it’s abt the ritual of the thing

obsetress: she shows up at the gym wearing it and

obsetress: that's viola's "oh no she's hot" moment

em: YEAH BABY

obsetress: literally just like

obsetress: world stops

obsetress: viola stares

em: jamie finally gets to do an exercise that shows off her sinewy manual labor grip forearms

em: viola’s probably just as horrified to find jamie hot as every time jamies like oh no

em: violas hot

em: and once again jamie CANNOT know she’s hot bc she will be insufferable

em: she will be the Worst

obsetress: viola's tugging rebecca aside "why didn't you tell me jamie was hot" "what?" viola waves a hand and rebecca just furrows her brow a little and is like "that's just... what she looks like, vi"

obsetress: viola corners dani next "why didn't you tell me jamie was hot" "i did" "oh. right" viola pauses, then "why didn't you make sure i was listening?" dani just gives her a look and walks away

obsetress: dflksdjfldaj god the way jamie and viola are. the same

obsetress: kind of incredibly, in the same ways dani and rebecca are the same

em: “hey baby, did viola seem different today? seemed off”

em: jamies like. is she mad at me. did i break another social taboo.

em: rebecca ‘jamie looks like jamie’ jessel vs dani ‘my gf is so hot i can’t stand it’ clayton

obsetress: "i tell you how hot she is at least three times a week, vi"

em: danis tryna goad her into making the damn shirt a crop top

em: jamies like yeah but isn’t that a step too far. i feel like i am destroying this shirt too much

em: she does it anyway

em: so jamies workout clothes are danis endless grey baggy school t-shirts and this one ugly souvenir shirt that like

em: psychological warfare and she doesn’t even know it

obsetress: i would........ like to see it

obsetress: also crop top jamie is one of my favorite jamies

obsetress: she is severely underrated

em: crop top jamie is

obsetress: and we do not talk about her enough

em: jamie wear More crop tops

obsetress: viola and rebecca in bed, in matching facemasks, after going to the gym post-epiphany that Jamie Is Hot

obsetress: viola: are dani and jamie hotter than us?

rebecca: what?

obsetress: and like

obsetress: viola is NOT insecure

obsetress: she is constantly confident that she's the most attractive woman in the room at any given moment, but

obsetress: she's just so staggered by this realization

em: some neutral third party (ms grose and mr sharma probably) are like well. u guys definitely have a little more of a scary thing going on

em: i’m imagining rebecca and viola at brunch w hannah and owen v seriously discussing this

em: viola brings it up and rebecca GROANS but then she gets invested in the convo

obsetress: GOD yeah

obsetress: she's leaning forward and gesturing with her fork "when you say 'scary'..........."

em: owens like scary is a compliment

em: hannah grose sips her tea knowingly

obsetress: rebecca just narrows her eyes at hannah grose and hannah raises her eyebrows and shrugs

em: after a week or so viola bursts into a room w stupid big sunglasses and a tray of take out coffees and she’s like Don’t You Worry Jamie I Have Concluded You’re Hot But I’m Not Threatened By It

em: jamies like sorry WHAT

em: you’ve been thinking about WHAT

em: viola leaves without ever following it up

obsetress: dani is entirely unfazed

obsetress: doesn't even blink

em: danis like neat she remembered the oat milk

em: everyone in this au is insane

obsetress: any lesbian in 2021 is insane

obsetress: par for the course

em: was gonna protest but

em: Yeah

obsetress: this lesbian meme account i follow on insta is doing “stop asking who’s the top and who’s the bottom. start asking...” posts

obsetress: and one of them is “start asking who’s baby and who’s fuck around and find out” and it just makes me chuckle

obsetress: jamie taylor baby

obsetress: viola lloyd also baby

em: dani is baby passing and jamie is fuck around faking

obsetress: oh my god that’s why that’s why i think we cracked it

obsetress: dani (fuck around) dated jamie (baby) and vi (baby)

obsetress: rebecca (fuck around) dated jamie (baby) and vi (baby)

obsetress: the reason they could never cross further even tho per the transitive property dani (so similar to vi) should be able to date beccs and jamie (so similar to beccs) should be able to date vi is because

obsetress: you can’t have two babies and two fuck arounds in a relationship together

em: oh of course. i see. i see

em: however in the rare rare crack ship of the ‘jamie viola hatefuck’ a similar phenomenon to ‘social anxiety mum friend ordering food’ instinct takes over and someone fucks around and finds out

em: this is just my unhinged jamie viola hatefuck bulkshit which is. it’s ironic ok it’s ironic it’s ironic it’s

em: ok one last thought bc i know it’s super late for u but

obsetress: omg i also have a last thought let’s trade

em: what if mikey is about isabels age n jamie ends up looking after him for one reason or another for a bit

em: and viola absolutely Dotes on him

obsetress: omg

obsetress: that’s what does it. jamie seeing viola w mikey

em: grumble grumble i guess she’s not that bad

em: except then she’s like god what if mikey likes her MORE than me

obsetress: “dani what if mikey gets one of those weird first crushes on vi”

obsetress: dani doesn’t even look up from the laundry “who hasn’t had a crush on vi”

obsetress: jamie’s like “mE” and dani just gives her the most withering look

em: danis like It’s Par For The Course Jamie

em: danis a teacher she’s like it happens don’t sweat it

em: anyway

em: what was. what was ur last little thought

obsetress: i was just thinking more about viola also baby and how also she’s been so privileged her whole life that sometimes there are just some things she can’t do for herself because she just doesn’t know how

obsetress: like she’s never had to learn

em: rebecca gets um

em: freeze dried coffee

em: nescafé

obsetress: but like

obsetress: rebecca genuinely loves taking care of vi for whatever reason (it’s because she loves her) when she really needs it but

obsetress: rebecca also takes no shit and is like “i’m not making the nescafé for you. you’re 36 years old, vi, you need to learn to do it for yourself”

obsetress: and she’ll stand there and watch her do it and then she makes vi do it at least three more times for posterity

obsetress: “i’ll make a plebeian of you yet, viola lloyd”

obsetress: (god only the two of them would think a line like that is funny)

#this one's fucken LONG!!!!!!!!#the dani jamie viola rebecca exes au

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sweetcheol · 4 years

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college boyfriend!sehun

—genre: fluff

—au: college, friends to lovers

—pairing: oh sehun x reader

—song to listen to while reading: fall again — klang

—word count: 2.2k

—warning(s): mentions of sex, sehunnie being the best boyfriend ever, choking on chips ??? (but it’s nothing bad, i promise)

sehun was your netflix binging partner before he was even your friend

okay ... he was your netflix binging partner before you even knew his name

you guys were in an ethics class together

and it was one of those common classes everyone in uni had to take no matter their major, so it was like 60 of you in a huge ass classroom

so you resorted to the only alternative to keeping you awake during 2 hour long, powerpoint based, boring lectures:

yoy got the best out of your netflix subscription plan

god bless airpods bc you could just hide them with your hair and nobody ever noticed anything

except for sehun

who conveniently sat one seat to the left on the row above you

so he had the perfect view to your laptop screen

and had watched the whole fifth season of peaky blinders with you

of course he never told you bc that... that would have been kind of weird

so he just kept to himself and tried his best to keep on being your anonymous netflix partner

he had even started to buy himself some snacks to munch on during class and was truly living his best life

until you finished peaky blinders ... and were about to start watching crash landing on you

sehun just ... sehun loved that show, okay?

so when he saw the intro pop on your laptop he started choking on his shrimp chips, creating a commotion

like ... even the professor stopped talking and asked him if he was okay, causing everyone to turn around and face him

red-faced, choking him

even you, who had paused the show and turned around in your seat so quickly he thought you’d cracked your neck

and in that moment, sehun did the only thing he could think of

which in that case meant bolting straight out of the classroom coughing like a madman

and just like the concerned netflix partner classmate you were, you had walked out right after him

“yah! don’t run, let me help you!”

and tbh ... sehun had never expected to turn around and come face to face with you, holding a bottle of water for him to sip on

that alone helped him stop coughing

he reluctantly accepted the water while turning beet red in the face

so the two of you sat down on a set of stairs that were near the classroom while sehun drank his water

he was trying his best to zone you out, eyes set on the floor and only focusing on the bottle in his hand

bc that had been ... embarrassing, to say the least

and he had asked you, in the smallest voice possible to please wait until class was over to pick ur things up bc he didn’t wanna go in and then interrupt the lecture again

so you granted him his wish

and when people started piling out of the classroom, you were like well

and sehun didn’t even say anything to u before he walked back inside, took his backpack with him and walked away

so you were like ???? as you stashed your laptop in ur bag and walked back to your dorm

you didn’t see him the next class

and since the room was so big you were like wtf did he sit someplace else

you couldn’t even watch your show in peace that day bc ... what had you even done to him

the lesson after that ... you were resigned

whatever was his problem you wouldn’t mind

but then someone placed a blue thunder gatorade on your desk with a hot pink post it pasted on the cap

“spare airpod ???”

and sehun was sat on the chair next to yours, drinking from his own gatorade bottle while he waited for your response

so you fished the earbuds from your bag and extended your hand, one of them resting on your palm

sehun took it

and the two of you watched the third episode of the show together

the two of u didn’t speak much though

he’d muttered a soft “thank you” when returning the airpod when class was done and that was it

but then he sat next to you the following lesson

and the next one

a couple of weeks after that he started giving you bags of chips and cookies alongside the gatorade

until you had finished a couple of dramas

... and the semester

the two of you were quite bummed the last day of classes

bc neither of you had seen the other one in any other classes so you were sure you weren’t in the same major

and sehun had only said “it was very nice meeting you” after the last class was over

and that was it

or u thought

until half-way through the summer, you had finally found enough willpower to clean your backpack

and had found a cute little note on the bottom of it

from none other but your cute, tall classmate

“maybe we could hang out and actually talk sometime?” alongside his phone number

and at first you were like oh a month has gone by, he won’t remember me

but then you wrote a simple “hey, it’s (y/n) from ethics”

and sehun almost ... choked once again when he read it

bc he though you just weren’t going to text him at all

and so the two of you started talking

he was very funny and easy-going, so you became friends pretty fast

you texted all through-out the summer

and ofc sehun told chanyeol, his best friend and roomate, about it

which prompted chanyeol to tease him 24/7 abt how he should just ask you out

and sehun was like “it’s not like that”

but everyone could see it was like that

so sehun was like ... okay i might

and he was like “so i was thinking ... maybe we could go to the movies”

and you were like !!!!!! red code !!!!!! alert !!!!!! oh my gOD

bc you had been like ... crushing on him ever since the chip incident

and answered him like “yeah that’d be nice”

a few days after you went to the movies

and were both a mess at first but the date actually turned out pretty well bc you went for dinner afterwards and everything ran out pretty smoothly

sehun was like OOOOOOH YEAH I’M UR BOYFRIEND NOW ... right after he walked you to your door

but you weren’t complaining bc you liked him a lot too

SO NOW

onto the relationship

ngl you are like low-key done with him the week after you start dating bc he is ... a little shit

like if he feels he isn’t getting enough attention he’ll go like “(y/n) that’s so unfaiiiiiiiiir”

but then he’ll start playing around with vivi and you’re standing there like okAY

and if you tell him he’ll get all sassy and go like “i knEW u just can’t live without me”

but then when you spend enough time with vivi and he starts running to you instead of sehun ... he goes like “wAIT (y/n) he’s MY son wtf”

but inside he’s like “that’s OUR son oh my god”

gets low-key jealous of all the lead actors of the dramas you watch together

like suddenly you’ll turn around and he’s pouting

but he forgets about it halfway through the episode

even though you two aren’t in the same class anymore he likes studying together

and is always buying snacks for your study dates

he’ll study for like 15 min and then will start pouting bc he wants kisses

wears a lot of hoodies and sweatpants but will also clean up somedays bc he wants to look nice for you

will very subtly leave his hoodies at your dorm

he thinks it’s romantiquè

and you’re very grateful for it bc he’s very tall and thus his hoodies are very cozy

you kinda want to kill him sometimes but he’s definitely the kind of guy that calls you at three am just because he wants to talk to you“i just wanted to hear your voice”

and he’s just laying in his bed smiling like a fool while you tell him about your day

you both end up constantly falling asleep over the phone but neither of you mind

and then chanyeol enters the apartment and sees him passed out on the couch with his phone in hand and your name on his screen

it’s safe to say sehun’s not going to live it down

i don’t think he’d be a big fan of pda

so in public, you kinda only hold hands

he might give you a little kiss from time to time but that’s pretty much it

oh but in private ... he can’t keep his hands off you

and your butt

he gives the best hugs ever??? and it doesn’t help that he loves hugging you

forehead kisses

so so so many forehead kisses

definitely takes advantage of his height

for that, and for placing stuff on high places so that he has to help you on getting them down

lowkey touches your butt when he’s doing it

okay but when you’re ... doing the do

sehun’s a switch

i feel like he’d either be such a whiny sub or a very ... whiny dom (but he’d still be very soft ngl)

(i mean he’s the spoiled maknae for a reason)

favorite thing ever is when you ride him and he can just hold your hips really tight and guide your movements so they can match his

moans so fucking loud you’re sure your entire floor can hear the two of you

i’m not sure he’d be a very kinky lover

like i feel he’d be pretty vanilla

but i mean ... he dances ... his hips can ... do things

so it’s not like it’s anything bad, you know ????

a huge fan of hickeys

but on more ... private places

like he’ll never leave one on your neck

but your chest is a completely different story

bc he doesn’t leave them so that people can see them

he leaves them so he can see them and remind himself that you’re his

that you chose him

that was really sappy

he’s a dance major

and he’s always asking you to go with him to practices

both bc he loves being with you and bc he likes it when you watch him dance

he’s a tease and we all know it

he’d run his hands over his hair and smirk all the time bc he knows you’re looking at him

sometimes he even takes off his shirt and acts like it’s just bc of the heat

and you blush so hard and he’s just like 😌

but also when he has a show or presentation or something

he gets so so so so nervous

but then he spots you in the crowd and just smile a bit bc you’re there, supporting him, and that’s all that matters

his phone background is this selfie the two of you with face masks on

you had your hair up in a bun and both of you were lounging in sweats

you had been playing around with snapchat filters and accidentally took the sweetest photo ever

so he asked you to send it to him

and he set it up as both his lock screen and his home screen

yours is a mirror selfie you took when you were watching him practice

you were taking a photo and when sehun noticed he came to give you a kiss on the cheek

and it was the sweetest thing ever

he literally sends you each and every selfie he takes

and sometimes goes like “hey does this look okay?”

and sometimes it’s more like “your boyfriend is so hot wth”

and just as he takes so many selfies so he can send them to you

he also likes taking photos with you

literally everywhere you two go

he either takes a selfie or asks someone to take a picture of you

and everyone he asks always thinks you’re the most adorable couple ever

bc the love you two have for each other is like so obviously there

and he gets so soft whenever people tell him that

even when it’s chanyeol who says it

truth is chanyeol loves you because of how happy you make sehun

he once told you when you got back home from a club

and like ... you were kinda, slightly, a little bit drunk

and hearing him say that only made you feel like you were walking on clouds even more

bc if anyone asked you to describe just how happy sehun made you ... you were sure you weren’t going to find enough words to describe the feeling

even though he usually is like hell yeah i’m a cool bf

he gets really sappy at night (and when’s drunk)

and goes on and on about how much he loves you and he’s happy he found you

bc you always get that look in your eyes that make his heart melt

bc he’s the sweetest boyfriend ever

and it doesn’t help that he’s my ult bias bc i reallyyyyyyyy wanna date college!boyfriend sehun 🤧

#requests are open :)#exosnet #sehun scenario #sehun smut #exo scenarios #exo smut #sehun imagine #exo imagine #sehun boyfriend au #exo boyfriend au #type: [bulletpoints]#marwrites

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sparrellow · 4 years

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It’s Not a Date (Or Is It?)

“Why would I, of all people, ask the poor girl out on her birthday, of all days,” he said. “That sounds like the worst birthday gift ever.”

rating: T genre: romance, humour pairing: rinlen words: 5,141

Although they had been friends since they were in diapers, when it came to Rin’s birthday, Len always had no clue what to give her.

You see, the girl was difficult. She didn’t really like her birthday—she refused to celebrate it, even. She went so far as to threaten to blackmail him (with childhood photos of him half-naked, suction cups on his nipples; it was better not to ask, for childhood had been a strange time) if he so much as ever planned a surprise party behind her back.

Whenever he’d try asking about what she’d want for her birthday, she’d scoff and roll her eyes and tell him something stupid like, “A will to live.” Yes, Rin, we all want a will to live, he’d think. But alas I need something a little more obtainable.

And, well, it wasn’t like Len could just not give her a gift—he had to. It was obligatory. While Rin’s blood curdled at the mention of her own birthday, whenever it came to anyone else’s, she would go ham. The previous birthday, she’d knitted Len a sweater. A whole, mcfucking sweater. And you can bet this simp wore it so much the armpits started permanently smelling like the inside of a men’s locker room.

So he had to give her something back as equally as awesome. It was just an unwritten rule in his book of life. It was Len law.

Despite spending a good portion of the year listening out for any things she could want, this year around was particularly tough. Rin had mentioned, in the off-occasion, wanting several things; a television (he couldn’t afford that even if he wanted to), a boyfriend (well… maybe? Ahem. Just kidding), and a trip to the ISS (h… how).

For obvious reasons, such gifts were unobtainable. Which came to the dilemma he experienced almost every year: what in the ever loving fuck should he give to Rin this year?

It hit one week before her birthday when he started to grow desperate. So desperate, in fact, he consulted two of Rin’s closest female friends—Gumi and Miku, who seemed to be (sometimes, mostly) on the same wavelength as her.

He didn’t like talking to them. They were painful to engage with. Insufferable. The human embodiment of gremlins. But desperate times called for desperate measures.

“A gift for Rin, huh,” Miku had echoed, when he’d planted himself at their desks one morning. Rin always came late, so, it wasn’t like he’d be caught in the act or anything anyway.

Len nodded.

Gumi and Miku exchanged looks.

“How about you ask her out,” Miku suggested, a deadpan expression. Gumi, however, couldn’t do much to hide her amusement; bursting into a fit of giggles behind her hand.

He rolled his eyes. “A serious gift, Miku.”

“What?” She looked innocent. “It is serious.”

Gumi continued to snort-laugh off to the side.

“Well, what are you two giving her for her birthday?” he asked, deciding it wasn’t worth the effort arguing.

Miku tossed a pigtail behind one shoulder. “We’re going to have a sleepover, where we will forcibly sing happy birthday to her and make her eat a cake.”

Len frowned. “That sounds… nice. I guess.”

“You can’t steal our idea.” She jabbed a finger at his chest. “Like I said, just ask her out.”

“Why would I, of all people, ask the poor girl out on her birthday, of all days,” he said. “That sounds like the worst birthday gift ever.”

It was their turn to roll their eyes. “Maybe to you, banana brain,” Gumi said. “It’s pathetic that you’ve been friends with her the longest out of us three, and you still don’t know what gift to give her on her birthday. Talk about dumbass energy.” Then they high-fived each other.

Len bristled, his pride taking a hefty blow. “And? At least I’m trying to give her something she wants,” he reasoned, voice squeaking.

“If you used any of that big, big brain in that big, big head of yours, you would know what she wants,” Miku shot back, waggling a finger at his forehead. “Like I said: kissy kissy. Go on a date with me. Let’s get married or something and live happily ever after.”

But he was unconvinced. Rin? Living happily ever after? That girl couldn’t sit through any romance movie for the life of her.

He decided this conversation was not worth having. He would figure this out on his own.

Maybe. Hopefully. Probably.

“A gift for your girlfriend,” Kaito mused aloud, looking distant as he hung over the fence separating him and Len. Kaito was his neighbour; an older, more experienced neighbour (he was a university student and proudly boasted about his experience having dated two girls and one guy).

It was T-minus three days until Rin’s birthday, and Len was still running in circles trying to figure out what to give her. It had come to asking his neighbour. Who, in all the times they’d interacted, always smelt like bong water and cigarettes.

Len winced. “She’s not my girlfriend,” he said—or, well, insisted.

Kaito ignored him. “How about a date,” he suggested. “Like, a really sweet date. You take her somewhere she likes to go and treat her. It doesn’t have to be grand or extravagant, or anything.”

Huh. Huh. The guy had a point. Not the date part, but the taking-her-out-and-paying-for-her part. It didn’t seem too bad of an idea, actually.

All of a sudden, Len had a great idea for what to do on Rin’s birthday. He quickly thanked Kaito for his advice and ran off, annoyed he hadn’t thought of it in the first place, but nevertheless plotting a master plan of where he could take her on her birthday.

First, of course, he had to check whether she was available that day.

Rin r u busy on Sunday, he texted her on LINE.

She replied two minutes later with, I’m at Miku’s in the morning, but I’m free in the afternoon. Why?

Okay, good. He didn’t need to rethink schedules or anything. Do u want to hang out? We could go 2 karaoke or smth.

Sure. What time?

Len paused to think, before responding, How abt one?

Rin’s reply came back almost immediately. Sounds good.

He was relieved. Okay. So. Now he just had to figure out what to do to make the whole thing, well, special. It was her birthday. Sure, going to karaoke was good and fun and all, but they already did that pretty regularly. It was part of the plan, but he needed something more.

How about a nice restaurant? Or was that too, well, suggestive? Besides, he only had so much of his allowance he could spare. Hmm.

He pulled up the internet browser on his phone and began typing into the search function, Places to go on dat— Wait—delete delete delete. Places to go for birthdays. There we go.

Some articles popped up. He clicked on the first one, scanned the list. Restaurant. Cinema. Musical theatre. Park. Museum. Observation tower.

Observation tower?

Len thought for a moment. He knew he was too broke to take her somewhere exciting like, uh, Skytree or whatever. But then there was the Metropolitan Government Building in Shinjuku. And that was free. And they had a cafe at the top.

Plus, it was sort of romantic—

But the point of it was, it was for her birthday. Not a date. And it was something nice and unique, and he could totally imagine them sitting in the cafe watching the sunset over Tokyo's skyline.

So, that was decided. Karaoke. Observation tower. Maybe dinner if Rin was keen on getting something like Gusto because he didn't have the bank account for it. Man, Kaito was sort of a genius, in his own strange, Kaito way.

He reminded himself to buy the guy an ice cream sometime as a thank you gift.

Sunday finally came, and Len arranged to meet Rin out front of their usual go-to karaoke box. She was already there waiting when he arrived—which was strange, given the girl's notoriety for being fashionably late in most situations—looking bored and scrolling through her phone. She was dressed sort of cute; a mustard yellow overall dress and white collar shirt underneath, hair tied back by her signature white bow.

He swept her up into an embrace, which she wriggled out of with a groan. "Happy birthday!"

Her cheeks flushed red and she rolled her eyes. "Shut up."

Len took no offence, steering her into the lobby of Joysound. "How was your sleepover with Gumi and Miku?" he asked.

Rin looked surprised. "You knew about that?"

"Oh. Yeah. I talked to them last week about it."

She blinked. "Huh." She seemed to brush it off as something minor, answering his question with a shrug of her shoulders. "You know. It's Miku and Gumi. We played monopoly before Miku got bored, and then they forced me to play truth or dare."

"Truth or dare, huh." Len had heard multiple horror stories about her previous experiences with the girls playing truth or dare. He grinned, glancing over at her. “So what did you do?”

“Dare, of course,” Rin said. She held up her wrist, showing an elaborate illustration of an erected penis. “What do you think?”

His eyebrows shot up. “That’s creative.”

She snickered. "Yeah. I think they were getting a bit frustrated with me. I kept saying pass on their dares, so the punishment was to drink a whole bottle of ketchup."

Len wondered what possible thing they were trying to get her to do that she would willingly drink ketchup over doing. "Did you?"

"Yeah. And then I threw up all over Miku's carpet, so they called it a night."

The way she said it so nonchalantly caught him off guard as they stepped up to the counter. He fumbled with his wallet, pulling out a membership card and scrambling to fill out the slip of paper the front counter clerk handed to him.

Rin was reading his writing over his shoulder. “Four hours? Really? I thought we would be going for like, eight hours.”

He handed the paper back to the staff and shot her his best, reassuring grin. "I've got other stuff planned after this, you know."

She quirked an eyebrow. "Other stuff?" she echoed. "Better not be a surprise party, or I will post those pictures of you all over—"

"It's not a surprise party. It's just you and I. Jeez."

The staff told him how much they owed, and he dished out the money before Rin could even get to her own purse.

She frowned. "Hey. Tell me how much it was when we get to the room so I can pay you back."

"No," he said smoothly, pocketing the change and taking the receipt. "Today, it's on me."

Rin opened her mouth to argue as they started off down the corridor towards their allocated room number. "Are you sure? Four hours isn't cheap—"

"It's fine," he insisted. "It's your birthday. Think of it as part of the gift."

She wasn't impressed, but she knew better not to argue.

The room they were given wasn't huge—which was fine, not that they needed the space—so they sat next to each other bumping shoulders on the far side of the room, facing the television. Rin already had the remote in hand within moments of sitting down, queuing a ton of songs they usually defaulted to singing every time they went to karaoke.

When they cleared out what she had queued, she reached for the menu on the table in front of them and started looking through it. “I’m hungry. Can we get something?”

Len was trying to remember how much he had left in his wallet in terms of cash. "Uh. Sure."

She pointed at a picture of a plate of takoyaki. "Want to share some?"

They were only 600 yen. Not too bad.

He nodded, before noticing a lack of drinks on their table, and the dry, scratchy feeling in his throat. He quickly checked the receipt they were given. "Shoot. I got us the drink bar. Want me to grab you something?"

"Oh." Rin thought for a moment, as if the decision was really tough, although the selection at the drink bar almost never changed. "Just get me some minute maid. The usual."

Right. Orange soda. The usual. As he got up from his seat, she reached over to unhook the phone from the wall.

"I'll order the food," she told him before he left.

Len poured himself a glass of calpis, grabbed Rin's soda. While waiting for the drink machine to finish, he acknowledged that he was feeling sort of nervous. His heart was beating hard against his ribcage, palms clammy. Why though? It wasn't like this was any different from any other karaoke venture him and Rin went on.

Well, besides the plans he had for the evening, but it was because of her birthday. Nothing else. No sinister thoughts here.

When he got back to the room, Rin had already queued another block of songs and was in the middle of singing something. He hadn’t even the chance to queue anything he wanted.

God, she was such a remote hog, and he thought to tell her off, but reminded himself it was her birthday. Let her be the evil remote hog that she was for the day.

The food came when they were in the middle of a duet. Len almost missed his part of the song, because she hadn’t just ordered takoyaki, but also a plate of fries and a strawberry parfait. His eyes popped out of his head as the employee set down the food on the table.

Rin, he thought. Why are you like this. I love you, but why are you like this.

“Are you going to eat all of that?” he asked when the song finished.

She gave him a look. “No? We’re sharing.”

Len mumbled something along the lines of okay yeah whatever but I didn’t ask for this much food. He reached for a soggy fry, mourning his allowance.

Karaoke went by fast. In retrospect, it was probably better to have only spent four hours there, because his throat was raw by the third hour. Rin—the absolute madman—was still going somewhat strong, although her voice was a tad raspy by the end.

After Len paid for the food, they left and headed for the station nearby. On the way there, Rin asked, "So, where to next?"

"Shinjuku." He left it brief.

She screwed up her face. "Shinjuku? Ew. Why are we going there?"

"Because that's where I planned for us to go?" He gave her a hurt look, and she returned it, playful.

Admittedly, Len was a little worried, considering Rin had consumed almost all of the food they were supposed to share (not to forget that she also put another dint in his wallet). He was planning on them having cake or something at the cafe at the top of the north tower, because it was her birthday, but she probably wouldn't even be hungry.

The trains were starting to get a little busy—Sunday afternoon, everyone was going home—so they had to stand a little close together. Rin parked herself in the corner between the seats and the door, and Len right beside her, trying to avoid touching the other people around them but leaving enough space for Jesus between each other.

Normally Len wouldn't find himself so worked up over this situation, but today, his brain was like, stupid teenage boy mode or something because being so close to her was really bothering him. She seemed unaware of that, though, recounting some of the misadventures she'd had with Miku and Gumi the night before.

He listened, but didn't really listen, hyper aware of their hands and arms grazing with every jolt of the train, and eyes betraying him every few minutes by slipping down to her lips. Why, oh why, was he sexualising his best friend like this? On her birthday? Really, Len?

Eventually, they reached their destination station, and headed towards the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building.

Rin tried nagging him again about where they were going.

"You'll see in, like, five minutes," he told her.

She sulked. “Why is it some big secret?” she complained. “I hate secrets.”

“It’s not a secret. I just like seeing you suffer.”

“Len. Choke.”

He grinned as they turned a corner in the underground walkway leading them away from the station, reaching a set of long, long escalators. Rin peered up at the sign above, trying to catch a glimpse of what possible location they were heading to.

"Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building?" she read. "What's so special about that?"

Len feigned nonchalance, tossing a shoulder. "Oh, you know," he said. "There are observation decks at the top of each tower, and I heard it looks really nice at sunset, so I was just thinking of going there with you."

"Huh." Her expression went blank. "That's nice."

It was a short walk amongst the towering buildings of Shinjuku. This part of the city wasn't as busy or touristy; clean and pristine with wide, empty footpaths. A clear, blue sky peeked through the skyscrapers overhead. It was only five or so, so they still had a bit of time before sundown. Luckily, the weather and visibility were good that day, much to his relief.

The wait in line to reach the observation level was long, but admittedly, worth it. Rin seemed happy once they reached the top, running over to the closest window and pulling out her phone to snap pictures of the skyline. She ushered him over, made him squint into the distance to look for the ocean, and they spent a good half hour trying to spot landmarks amongst the sea of buildings below.

After walking the perimeter of the building, they settled down in the seats of the cafe. “Do you want anything?” Len asked.

Rin hummed, eyes skimming over the menu. “I think I’ll just get tea.”

He was a little disappointed she wasn’t interested in any of the sweets on display (the banana cake looked really good, okay), but decided in retrospect, he would’ve been terrified if that girl could fit anymore in after eating takoyaki, fries and almost all of the strawberry parfait.

After he came back with their drinks, they settled into a comfortable silence. Rin was responding to messages on her phone, and he was just happy to watch as her expression shifted with every thought.

Eventually, she set down her phone and stared down at the table between them. “So,” she began, in a tone that meant business.

He sat up in his chair, smiled at her, but it was nervous, because she—all of a sudden—seemed very serious. And serious Rin was not a common occurrence.

Her fingers curled into fists on her thighs, and her gaze flitted everywhere in the room but his face. “Is this, um, a date?”

At first, Len didn’t know how to respond.

His mouth hung open, before he became aware of his expression, snapping it shut. Then he cleared his throat. “Um.” To be honest, he didn’t know. Was it a date? Well, maybe he lowkey wanted it to be but did Rin want it to be? By the looks of it, she didn’t seem very… impressed by the idea. “It’s, uh… whatever you want it to be, Rin.”

She blinked, eyes falling on him, then dropping back down to her knees. “Oh.”

Was that the right answer? Had he just made her uncomfortable? Had he just ruined her entire birthday?

He was too afraid to ask.

They sat in awkward silence, until the sky outside started to turn various shades of orange, and people began swarming the windows to watch the sunset.

Rin was kind of peering over, as if torn between getting up from the chair or staying seated.

“You want to go look?” Len asked, giving her a smile to try and ease the uncomfortable air between them.

She hesitated, the corners of her lips twitching. “I won’t even be able to see over everyone.”

He, with the intelligence of a mitochondria, said, “Well, I can just hold you up.”

Rin snorted. “Are you sure you can do that?”

He blew a raspberry, faking confidence. “Uh, yeah, sure I can.”

“Okay then, Mr Buff Arms. Prove it to me.”

She got up from her seat with a shit-eating grin, and he scrambled after her, crossing the floor in direction of one of the busiest windows. The reason why the crowds were gathering at that particular spot was not just because of the sunset, but because of the fact that you could see a beautifully clear silhouette of Mt Fuji in the distance.

He hadn’t even realised that; it was hiding behind the clouds before.

Len gestured for her to climb onto his back.

“Are you sure?” Rin looked uncertain, eyeing him like a venomous snake. “I’m like, almost the same weight as you, Len.”

“So?” he bluffed.

She stood there staring, before giving in with the roll of her eyes. “Don’t cry if I break something.”

Then she wrapped her arms around his neck, hiking one leg up his side, and he hooked his arms under her thighs to hoist her up. She was right. She was heavy. But he was willing to be crushed under the weight of her for her to have a nice birthday.

“Hold on to me,” she ordered, arms unlatching from his neck. “I want to take some pictures.”

Len gave a grunt as a reply. It was the best he could do.

After a while (probably like, two minutes or so), he felt like he was going to burst a blood vessel somewhere in his body, so he wheezed out, “Rin. Are you done? I gotta let you down now.”

“Oh, yeah. You can let me down.”

He released his grip on her legs and she dropped back down into standing position behind him. Grabbing his lower back in pain, he turned to her looking like a crippled old man.

Rin laughed in his face. “Feeling sorry for yourself now, huh? I told you.”

He waved his hand, straightening up with a groan. “Yeah, yeah. Did you get any nice pictures?”

“Hmm. Let’s see.” She looked at her phone, then moved in close to show him her screen. “They’re not too bad, besides the dozens of heads in the foreground.”

It was strange, oddly disproportionate, the way Mt Fuji loomed over the busy streets of Tokyo. The sky was a beautiful array of golds and oranges and yellows; a perfect sunset for a perfect birthday.

“They’re nice,” he said. He glanced up from her phone to look at her, becoming aware of their distance, and aware of her ogling up at him. The golden light coming through the windows lit up her face, brought out the highlights of her hair, accentuated the freckles on her cheeks.

Wow, he thought, his breath getting caught in his throat. He was utterly in love with her.

Much to his surprise, Rin’s face seemed to be moving closer. And so was he, his body unconsciously moving forward, down to her like drawn to a magnet.

Her eyes fluttered closed, head tilting.

Their lips were about an inch away from touching when a child right beside them started screaming. Immediately, Len was drawn out of his strange daze, jumping away from Rin. She seemed to do the same thing, putting at least a metre space between them.

Her face was bright red, and she forced her fingers back through her hair with a nervous laugh. “You know, we should get going before everyone else gets the same idea,” she said, acting as if nothing ever happened.

Len blinked, unsure if he’d just imagined what happened thirty seconds prior, or if he was really just about to kiss his best friend in front of thirty or so strangers. He decided not to think about it. “Right. That’s a good idea.”

So they headed for the elevators and made a quick escape before the crowds followed. His head was still spinning as they walked down the footpath back towards the entrance to the underground walkway. The sky was now fading to a deep blue; bare remnants of the day clinging in streaks of orange above their heads.

Rin tugged on his sleeve, pointing a finger at something across the intersection they stood. “Hey. I want to check that out.”

It was a park—Shinjuku Chuo Park, to be exact. He’d seen it on the map when researching where to go with her, didn’t think much of it. There was a waterfall display and some flowerbeds, people lurking about. There were winding paths and a handful of trees lining them, a maze within the middle of the city.

He shrugged his shoulders.

It wasn’t like he was in a hurry or anything. They had time, still, to go for dinner, if Rin was keen on it. She seemed awfully pensive compared to before, though, as they crossed the road and made their way over to the park.

He wondered if he’d said or done something wrong. Or… if what had happened between them with the whole phone-and-faces-getting-close-like-they-were-going-to-kiss-or-something had like, offended her.

They strolled down the winding path of the park in silence. There was a playground, some monuments, and finally, a shrine.

Rin slowed to a stop, staring at the shrine. He halted beside her.

“You want to pray?” Len asked.

She was quiet, before shaking her head. “No. It’s alright.” She glanced up at him, a small smile. “I was thinking, let’s go sit down somewhere.”

He obeyed, and they set off again, finding a lone seat along the footpath nearby. There were still a few people out and about, but it was relatively quiet. It had long turned to night, the cityscape surrounding them lighting up like tetris blocks.

Their shoulders bumped, and Rin eased herself against him, before bringing her head down to rest on his shoulder.

His heart hummed to life in his chest, but he tried to ignore it.

“This is really nice,” she said, her voice soft. “This was a really nice day, Len.”

After a moment of hesitation, he lowered his cheek against the top of her hair, taking in the familiar scent of her favourite shampoo. A hint of something floral, a hint of something citrus—and a hit of something Rin.

He hummed. “I’m glad.”

Rin was silent for a passing moment, before she spoke again. “Do you know what would make it even better?”

Len’s stomach growled. “Gusto?” he half-joked.

“No.” She pulled her head away to look at him, and the cool night air hit his cheek like a slap to the face. He stared back down at her, captured by her gaze.

It was happening again. The whole moving-in-close thing, that was. Her face was getting bigger, and he could feel her hot breath tickling the tip of his nose. His head ducked down to close the gap between them, catching her wet mouth with his own so suddenly that he pulled away, shocked at the boldness of his actions.

Rin didn’t seem to care, though. Her hand went up to the back of his head and pulled him back down to her lips. It was sloppy, kind of gross, but they didn’t care. It was their first time. It wasn’t supposed to be perfect.

She kept him in place, balling up the fabric of his t-shirt with her fists. He allowed himself to melt into the kiss, hands trailing down to hold her by the waist. He wasn’t expecting the day to really end with them sitting in the middle of a park in Shinjuku making out, but he wasn’t mad by the outcome, either.

When they pulled away to breathe, Rin smiled something nervous, her lips glistening under the glow of the city lights. Her hands unravelled themselves from his shirt.

“Better,” she said.

Len was stunned silent, just stared at her. He wasn’t sure if what happened had just happened. So he went back in for another kiss; this time a little bit more tender, less wet.

“So Gumi and Miku were right,” he thought aloud against her mouth.

Rin pulled back a bit to give him this horrified look. “What did they tell you.” It wasn’t even posed as a question. She’d already made the assumption they’d told him something awful.

He chuckled nervously. “Well, uh, I tried asking their opinion what to do for your birthday…”

She raised an eyebrow. “And?”

“They straight up told me to ask you out.”

Her eyes narrowed into slits. “Those bitches.”

His lips curled. “Well, I mean. It helped. Somewhat.”

“Yeah.” She frowned, reaching up to curl a strand of her hair around a finger. “I can’t believe they just—so blatantly did that, though. Even after I begged them not to say anything.”

She begged them? Wow. “I thought they were joking up until five minutes ago, Rin. You know I don’t take anything they say seriously.”

Rin sighed. “Yeah, but—” She paused, thinking, before tossing her shoulders. “Well, it doesn’t matter anymore anyway. I just want to know, Len— is this a date?”

Len pressed his forehead against hers. Gazed into her eyes. They were a dark blue; alluring, always drawing him in, keeping him in orbit around her like a planet to its star. He admitted, “Not my original intention, no, but I think the simp in me was projecting a bit much that it ended up being one anyway.”

She cracked a grin. “Simp, huh,” she said. She lifted a hand to his jaw, trailed her fingers along it until her palm was resting on the back of his head. He wanted to shudder into her touch. “Well, kiss me more. I’m not done making the most of my birthday privileges yet.”

He opened his mouth. “I can kiss you like this every day if you wan—”

She silenced him with her lips, closing the space between them once again.

[epilogue]

The following weekend, Len knocked on Kaito’s door with a week’s worth of his favourite lemonade-flavoured popsicles in one hand.

Kaito’s eyebrows shot up into the ceiling upon spotting the bag of goodies. “What’s this?” he asked.

“A thank you gift,” Len said, handing it over.

“Huh.” Kaito took them, a confused expression on his face. “What for?”

“Your idea about the date? It worked. Rin and I are a thing now.”

A lengthy silence followed.

“You mean… you two weren’t dating before?”

#fanfiction #vocaloid #vocaloid fanfiction #rin kagamine #len kagamine #kagamine rin #kagamine len #rinlen #lenrin #rinxlen #lenxrin #miku hatsune #hatsune miku #gumi #megpoid #kaito #srry i forgot to crosspost here too #but i do have an ao3 under the same name where you can read more of my stuff #in case you havent figured that out yet...

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one-abuse-survivor · 4 years

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Tired is when you're sick of life, or feel weighed down by the stuff around you. Sleepy is when you want to go to bed. That's how me and my friend do it, anyhow. At this point, I'm fucking exhausted to the point where I feel too tired to let it out but im gonna anyways. There's bits in here that I can't tell my friend, or anyone, so i'm hoping bc this is anonymous i can let it out. Right, intro done lol. Onto the story. Last night, i have no idea what time, maybe five or six, (all i know is this

thing ended at 7pm), my mom storms out of the room and comes back holding a bottle of water and her bag. She proceeds to tell my dad she found the bottle at the bottom of my bed, (basically im not supposed to have anything at the bottom of my bead bc asian tradition believes that youre on top of it and thats dirty or whatever). Then she pulls out my school photo, puts it on the table and tells my dad to look at it. Starts ranting about how I never listen, i look horrible, worst photo i've ever taken.

Basically, I go to a private school, and they think I should look good, and then they spent some time lecturing me about how i was supposed to look right when i was in the school, I look like a boy, i act like a boy, my hair's a mop, I look like a hooligan. Start talking about when i dress to go to school, how my shoes aren't polished and one of them has laces that show the white inner. How my hair's messy at the back, if i saw someone in jeans and someone in a suit in the street, who would i think was respectful? They told me they shouldn't have let me into the school, they loved me too much, that's why, they should have let me go to this public school that has a reputation for being a mess, that i belong there, waste of money, they regret letting me go here, thought i was a respectable girl.

Dad asked me again, who wouldd i think was respectful, the jeans or the suit, and I told him I don't know. We'll get to that later, but at that moment he sneered and snorted and looked at my mom. 'says she doesnt know' he jeers. I'd meant it as in 'i have no idea, please help me'. He took it as 'she doesn't know, and doesn't give a fuck'. I don't know how to look proper. they never taught me. they tell me that something looks good so i wear it. mom still buys my clothes for me. I have no fucking clue what looks proper and what doesn't.

Anyways, somehow they moved onto uni, and my current work, and how I pull all-nighters and how dad thought i was smart but nopw he has no hope, how he sees me get up in the morning and know i'm going to fail the assessment, how i get distracted, how i take too long to shower, how i never learn, how i never help them around the house, they do everything for me and if he was in my shoes then he would work until 'smoke came out' (vietnamese saying), how he would be so grateful but i'm not and they're going to leave me (which is a normal threat for them lol) and how they're going to die (another normal threat, dad has a lifelong illness and mom has been struggling with leukaemia for years) and they're not going to pay for uni if i get a stupid degree, only if i get a good degree like they want which will actually help me (law), if i want to become an engineer (something im considering) then i can pay for it myself, then again it's not like i'm even going to get into uni, when they look at me, they have to think of the girl i was when i was five because if they think about me now they feel sad, they won't look at me because I make them sad, they had so much hope for me, now down the drain, no, down to the sewers, look at my cousins going out, one of them had piercings and infections and almost got tattoos and is a nurse in a prison with a husband who stressed her out so much she passed out at work, do i want that, that's what i will get if i dont work, basd job, assisstants have to buy pads for their bosses, horrible child, this will end one of two ways, one i listen to them and come back years later to thank them or i'll look up at the stars and wish that i'd listened to them and they regret having me and caring for me, if only they'd been better parents, they'd been too lenient, but i don't care do i because if i cared it'd show in my working to please them and i haven't done that so that means i don;t care about them.

Dad told me it was too late to change, then switches to tell me it's not too late, they ramble on about my internet use, (i have to ask them for internet) and i'm not acutlalyu doping work on it, i'm just fucking around, they kjnow, they know, i can lie all i want nbut it's true. Horrible child, they'll die, they'll die, That's the end of the conversation, we're not going to talk about it anymore. No, stop talking. I'm going to tell you this until i die. I'm going to keep saying it, beccause it's better that i say it and you not listen than i dont say it and regret not saying it. (okay, i can;t currently remember anything else of what they said lol.). By the way, you wanna know abt

[asks didn’t arrive and I asked for the last bit again]

ok lets hope to god this sends then. i think i know where i was up to - 'do you want to know about what was wrong with the photo' i think was meant to be that. anyways, yeah. guess what was wrong with it. i had a fucking splinge. like my hair was parted and a bit of the part was split. that's all i can see that's wrong with it. maybe my hair looked oily? idk but that's all i noticed. also said something after that about do u remember when dad asked me abt who did i think looked better the suit.

also can i add something i just remembered which is that one of them put folders on my shelf and mom told me she knew i put them there to hide what i was looking at on my laptop from her when i??? didnt??? put them??? there??? in the first place???? (the layout of my room allows the folders to block the view of someone from the door basically) i put new folders there after i think my dad put them there but i didnt originally put them there??? sorry it was a full ask rant and i have no idea what the freak i typed and what i didnt lol. but u get the gist i think. big fat lecture.

i am tired. my eyes were puffy and there was like this pool of snot floating on top of this pool of tears if you did get the ask sorry u had to read that twice. :(. i mean even tho u didnt see it i was able to let it all out. not sure if it made me feel better about anything but being able to do it at all is rlly nice. Thank you for that.

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No wonder you’re tired, nonnie... I’m really glad you could get all of this off your chest, and really sorry that you have to hear those awful things about yourself coming from your parents.

I’m a white European, so I don’t share many of your experiences and I don’t know how it is to live in a Vietnamese family, but I hope it’s okay to compare it a little bit with my experiences in my (very Christian) family--if not, you can absolutely skip the next paragraph!

I have had a bunch of conversations with my therapist about traditions, religion, and misogyny, because since I cut my mother off, my grandfather has lectured me many times about how I am a bad daughter for looking out for myself and putting my life first instead of being devoted to my mother’s wants and needs. He told me that she’s sick and I’m horrible for not caring about that and abandoning her, and that if she doesn’t love me, I just have to work harder until I "crack her walls”. (As if I haven’t tried already, and as if she didn’t use her very mental illness as an excuse to abuse me). My therapist basically told me that sometimes, being the Disney villain in some people’s stories means you’re doing something right, because their vision of what’s right and what’s wrong (especially when it comes to daughters and women in general) is designed to hurt you, to make you put your family before yourself. That it’s never wrong to put yourself and your needs first, and that kids don’t owe their parents anything just because the parents brought them into this world--that was the parents’ choice, not the kid’s, and therefore it’s the parents’ responsibility to care for their kid, whoever that kid turns out to be; and not the kid’s responsibility to be the model child that the parents had in mind or to care for them.

Your parents belittling you for things you have little to no control over and accusing you of being responsible for their future deaths, for not knowing things that haven’t been explained to you, for not living up to their expectations without even giving you a chance to try, and for not “working for them as hard as they would in your place”, are all red flags of emotional abuse. Accusing you of things you don’t do and constantly drilling into your mind that they “know” you’re a horrible person who doesn’t want to learn or change is a red flag too, and probably an excuse to take the guilt off their shoulders for not taking the time to guide you in life and to explain anything to you before accusing you of not knowing it already. “It’s too late” puts the blame on you, but what it actually means is probably something along the lines of “It’s easier to scream at you than to put realistic expectations on you and then help you achieve them while respecting your boundaries and allowing you to make mistakes, but I don’t want to feel guilty about it, so let’s pretend you’re a lost cause, yeah?”

I used to go to a private school too, and my mother repeatedly told me that was the reason she struggled economically and that I had ruined her life. It wasn’t until I talked about it in therapy that I realised that I never had a choice in what school I went to. Same as I never had a choice in anything my mother decided for me. So how could I be to blame for the consequences of those decisions? And how can you? If they buy you certain clothes, then they have no right to criticise how you look in them. If they chose to put you in a private school, then the money spent is on them, not you. You shouldn’t have to “prove” you’re worth their decisions for you or their basic care for you--they chose to give you that unconditionally the moment they decided to have you in the first place, and if they refuse to give it or threaten to take it away, it’s becuase they’re neglectful and/or abusive, not because something intrinsic about you justifies it. You’re not a bad kid; you’re just a normal kid with very bad parents. And I’m really sorry that you have to put up with them. You deserve better 😔

I’m here if you need to vent again in the future, nonnie. Sending a virtual hug ❤

#Anonymous #Vent #Ask #Abuse tw #Abuse #Abusive parents #Emotional abuse #Long post #Threats #Guilt tripping #guilt tripping tw #Threats tw #therapy mention #christianity mention #neglect mention #(I'm nonbinary btw but it's not like my grandfather knows or would care 🙃)

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fluffyheretic · 4 years

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I’m so fucking tempted to say “every single question with Kazushuu or Hitoshuu (except for the nsfw ones i guess)” But I don’t want to singlehandedly kill you

ok let’s do it

as a side note sometimes the answer is the same or similar for both ships just bc shuu is uh. the same person. but ofc not always

under cut for lengthhhh

1. Who makes the first move and how?

hitoshuu: normally im gonna say definitely hitori. he probably decides to be direct and just straight up ask. in iwasweetie au specifically tho i want it to be sweetie if only bc i need to make him get over his shit. he also asks “directly” but it actually involves a lot of stuttering and beating around the bush so it ends up not being very direct

shuukazu: im not sure if it would really be one of them specifically, i can see them as the “this kind of just happened” couple. maybe kazuaki is the one after several months whos like “so um… what are we…. lol………..”

2. Who is the most insecure and what makes them feel better?

hitoshuu: shuu, not that hitori is the paragon of confidence but shuus like “wtf hes the ideal young man and im Bastard Supreme but ok i guess”

shuukazu: BOTH LMAO but kazu is more vocal abt it and shuu is the Bottle Up EVERYTHING type

some good ol body positivity cuddle sessions work in both cases

3. Who is the most romantic?

anyone but shuu for obvious “i dont even know what feelings ARE” reasons

4. Who can’t keep their hands to themselves?

again anyone but shuu for obvious “i dont even know what intimacy IS” reasons but specifically hitori is just more confident and kazuaki isnt necessarily confident but is more just. shameless

5. Who says ‘I love you’ first?

not shuu for similar reasons as above. there’s a trend here, you see

6. Who would they ask if they ever had a threesome?

THIS is a CHRISTIAN blog

7. What do they get up to on a night out?

hitoshuu: going to dinner at a place thats nice but not TOO nice. like good comfortable atmosphere and good food but not posh

shuukazu: they probably just wander around, maybe go shopping, kazuaki keeps pointing out stuff he wants and dr iwamine “i dont know what to do with my money bc i dont want for material things” shuu just buys it for him. shuu please stop enabling him. stop it.

8. What do they like in bed?

hitoshuu: cuddling :)

shuukazu: snuggling :)

9. What is the most embarrassing thing they have done in front of each other?

i feel like shuu considers every single new couple-y thing he does to be the new most embarrassing thing he’s done. we’re holding hands? embarrassing. i kissed you? god now THATS embarrassing. you caught me wearing your sweater that you accidentally left at my place? well put me in the fucking ground thats literally the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to anybody. how dare i show sentimentality. despicable

kazuaki is similar in that he’s constantly one-upping himself and getting a NEW most embarrassing thing but his things include stuff like getting caught watching really strange anime and scream-singing pop songs and anime OPs in the shower

hitori probably like tripped on the sidewalk once

10. What two songs, two books and two luxury items do they take to a desert island?

these questions are difficult bc man idk what media exists in 2188 bird japan

11. What do they hide from one another?

in both cases shuus answer is “just about everything” hes terrified of the mortifying ordeal of being known. pretty much everything you learn about him has to be squeezed out

hitori hides how troubled he really is because he wants to seem like the responsible one everyone can depend on so that they dont have to worry about him. he does his best to hide when hes struggling but since shuu has that exact same impulse they pretty quickly start to see through each other, but are also very understanding about it.

kazuaki probably doesnt have as much to hide but he might be shy about portraying how REALLY in love with shuu he is too soon because he doesnt want to scare him away. he also hides the weirder shows and games and stuff that hes into lol

12. What first changes when it starts getting serious?

hitoshuu: i can see them having that kind of relationship where at first its casual and almost competitive in a way, like a “i think youre sexy and the only thing i know to do about it is see what i can do to make you flustered, then act smug when i succeed” thing. but over time when the novelty of that starts to wear off they both kinda realize they just straight up like each other and start being more genuine and soft.

shuukazu: again its a similar thing with shuu where he starts feeling more comfortable with letting himself be a little more genuine and START opening up. kazuaki picks up on this as a good sign and starts to worry less about trying to impress shuu and more just enjoying their time together.

13. When do they realize they should get together?

this is another one that i think is a similar answer in both cases, at least for shuu’s part he has a “dammit. i cant lose him” moment. since hes a person of very few words he tries to communicate “i want us to be serious” via letting down his walls a little bit, which hitori/kazuaki hopefully notice is happening and then are like “oh maybe we can work”

14. When one has a cold, what does the other do?

for shuu and hitori its “responsibly take care of you, bc its what i should do but also secretly i get STRESSED AS FUCK when someone i care about is sick so i gotta make sure youre okay”

for kazuaki its “take care of you, although i dont really know what im doing, also i thought since youre bedridden we could cuddle but its not as enjoyable as i wanted so like I’m Here but also im gonna watch tv okay? ill get u crackers and ginger ale”

15. When they watch a film what do they choose and why? Who gets the final vote?

hitoshuu: shuu’s gonna say he doesn’t care, but hitori also doesn’t really care so eventually he’ll get shuu to admit that he’d like to watch a nature documentary. especially if it’s marine-themed. hitori likes that too so hey there you go

shuukazu: shuu WILL watch the 76th pokemon movie OR ELSE

16. When the zombie apocalypse comes, how do they cope together?

hitoshuu: both are cutthroat bastards that do anything it takes to keep each other safe. their reliance and trust in each other is probably 99% of what keeps them going.

shuukazu: again shuus gonna do literally anything it takes to keep kazuaki safe, but to be real i dont know if kazuaki is making it out of this one. and if he doesnt then shuus not either.

17. When they find a time machine, where do they go?

shuu’s answer is going to be at various points in prehistory to study organisms that are now long-extinct (side note god thats definitely my answer too). his bf is worried abt the dangers but comes with him to make sure he doesn’t get into trouble.

i think hitori might not have anything specific in mind but going to historical sites in their heydays seems like a good choice.

since kazuaki likes literature he’d probably want to see historical stuff related to that, like seeing shakespeare plays when they first came out and meeting his favorite dead authors to ask them questions.

18. When they fight, how do they make up?

hitoshuu: hitori doesn’t like to dance around that kind of thing, after a little time has passed for them to both think about it then he’ll just be direct and say “hey lets talk about that thing that happened” if he feels he was in the wrong then he’ll then follow that up with an apology. i can see hitori being a little grudgy but then quickly getting tired of it and just wanting things to be resolved. shuu hates talking things out because hes bad at it but he knows its best so he’ll just try to explain how he felt at the time but also what he’s considered since then. even if he’s not good at explaining himself, hitori is good at understanding him anyway so they usually work it out pretty quickly.

shuukazu: they can be messier since kazuaki gets really emotional really quickly and sometimes says things he doesnt mean. theyre both bad at dealing with it afterwards though until after a few awkward days, kazuaki cant take it and is like “waaa i dont want us to be fighting anymore 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺” and shuus like “ok.” because yeah he’ll take the easy way out. they could probably improve their communication tbh

19. Where do they go on their first date?

hitoshuu: they probably decide to do something simple and casual to make it less awkward so they just get coffee. shuu feels like, from what he knows, that he should be expecting hitori to make a move on him. hitori doesnt because he wants to be considerate of shuus comfort level, but shuu takes it as a sign of disinterest. luckily shuu realizes hes wrong about that when hitori quickly invites him on Another date where they take a stroll in the park, and thats when hitori goes in for the tactical hand-hold maneuver.

shuukazu: kind of the opposite of hitoshuu in that they dont really declare it officially as a date. kazuaki just asks shuu if he wants to see a movie with him, not really calling it a date but kind of implying it to be one. shuu probably doesnt care about the movie but thinks this might possibly maybe be a date so he should go. kazuaki then uses it as a chance to Put On The Movies, as awkward as that might be, including the classic “stretch with my arms up and then let one down over your shoulders” move. shuu doesnt really know how to indicate his own interest in response but hopes the fact that hes also not complaining in any way gives a hint. despite it not REALLY being an official date at the time, later on theyll look back on it and decide that yeah that was their first date.

20. Where do they go on holiday?

shuu hates taking time off work, but if he must, then he’ll be content as long as theres something scientifically interesting there like a museum or an aquarium.

hitori doesnt really mind where they go, hes just grateful to get to go on holiday at all, so he’ll let shuu pick. and again, that’s going to be somewhere with a natural history museum, probably a very nice one and they’ll both enjoy it.

kazuaki is similar in that he’s just happy to be there but his ideal holiday destination is probably just…. akihabara. so shuu relents and goes there with him occasionally. kazuaki does like to visit aquariums with shuu though! they do both

21. Where do they get nervous about going with one another?

hitoshuu: the cemetery, at least at first when they arent used to being that vulnerable in front of each other

shuukazu: well shuu sure as shit is nervous about going to anime cons with kazu

22. Where does their first kiss happen?

in both cases, definitely at one of their homes, because shuus too much of a wreck to have a moment like that in a public place.

for shuukazu, i picture it that theyre just hanging out at kazuakis place and relaxing, and they end up cuddling a lot, and kazuaki kisses him kind of impulsively. hes then very apologetic about it before shuu manages to assure him that its fine.

hitoshuu, maybe hitori walks shuu home after a date and goes for the classic end of date goodbye kiss, but just on the cheek. then when once again hitori has walked shuu home, shuu wonders if he should expect a real kiss this time, but hitori goes for the cheek again. shuus disappointed and grabs hitoris sleeve before he turns away because he doesnt know how to say he wants more. but hitori takes the hint and kisses him for real this time.

23. Where is their favorite place to be together?

in both cases it’s at home, because shuu finds it much easier to be intimate when they’re in privacy. i think all three of them really appreciate just getting to relax together.

24. Where do they first have sex?

what did i say about this being a christian blog

25. Why do they fight?

usually its because shuu said something a little too tactless. hes not so clueless that he’ll say something really obviously offensive, but sometimes he really doesn’t know what’s too much. but his bf is hopefully understanding of this and corrects him Still Firmly but still with some “but i know you didnt mean it like that, we’re okay” way, because chances are he really didnt.

for hitoshuu specifically, hitori has to be on shuu about eating properly and can sometimes get kind of annoyed about it. shuus kneejerk reaction is to then be offended because hes an adult who can take care of himself. but they calm down and make up when shuu remembers that hitori just worries for him, and hitori remembers that shuu doesnt not eat just to spite him.

for shuukazu, i can see kazuaki’s lack of responsibility and aloofness start to get on shuu’s nerves, and when he brings it up kazuaki thinks he’s just being mean. again, similarly to hitoshuu, they get over it when kazuaki reminds himself that shuu wants him to be able to take care of himself, and shuu reminds himself as well that he can be too abrasive and should work on it.

26. Why do they need to have a serious chat?

hitoshuu: they dont have to right away but over time it would be good for them to be honest abt their respective traumas and the shit theyre dealing with instead of hiding it

shuukazu: similar, shuu should probably get around to being more open abt his shit. they might also want to have a talk abt what a serious relationship is gonna look like for them

27. Why do their friends get annoyed with them?

hitoshuu: i answered this already! but again, its bc theyre so ~responsible~

shuukazu: ppl either see kazuaki being super clingy and think “man hes so overbearing, his poor partner 😒” or see shuu being emotionless and think “man theyre so cold, their poor boyfriend 😒” actually they gotta mind their own damn business

28. Why do they get jealous?

hitoshuu: i feel like hitori actually gets hit on a pretty decent amount. shuu is never happy about it, but the death glares he starts sending usually scare the person off anyway

shuukazu: both of them think the other is too good for them so if anyone looks at them with even a little too much interest the other is immediately like “well i guess this is it”

29. Why do they fall a little bit more in love?

hitoshuu: little moments shuu loves is when hitori asks him how he is, how he slept. when he makes him dinner. hitori loves when shuu looks deep in thought, tucks his hair behind his ear, and he definitely likes to see him get along with nageki, which he does.

shuukazu: shuu loves when kazuakis eyes light up with excitement when he sees something he likes, especially when shuu realizes that hes one of those things too. he also loves kazuakis really nice hugs, especially when shuu just woke up from a nightmare. kazuaki loves how shuu listens to him intently, and asks questions about the things hes interested in, and sometimes rests his hand on him when hes getting tired.

30. Why does it work (or not work) between them?

hitoshuu: both are important figures in each other’s lives, obv shuu helped nageki but also hitori is probably the first person to get even a little close to shuu after ryuuji died. theyre both just pockets of trauma but are doing their best so it would be good for them to support each other and try to heal. theyre both pretty dependable so when the going gets tough they’re each other’s rocks

shuukazu: theyre definitely the “it will never work” couple that ends up working anyway. shuu might think kazuaki is annoying at first but if ryuuji is any indication shuu definitely seems to gravitate towards people who are more chill and even a little silly, and when shuu realizes that kazuaki isnt as dumb as he makes himself seem that helps a lot. for kazuaki shuu definitely has a ~mysterious~ aspect that draws him in initially but when it wears off as he learns more about shuu, instead of the magic being gone he just starts finding him more relatable and endearing so their relationship actually improves.

#hato #hitoshuu #shuukazu #shuu #hitori #kazuaki #kirogaraii #these were really interesting to answer #it made me think a lot abt the ways i think these ships are similar but also different #and how theres always one constant: shuu is a mess #but theyre ALL messes so its ok theyll be messy together <3

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nyctolovian · 6 years

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Trust

Merry christmas, Sincere! So hi im ur secret santa hahahaha! I know it’s kind of weird to have a sickfic for christmas but I rly tried to write something christmassy and ummmm yeh as u can see it didnt work out hahaha! Hope u still enjoy it with its fluff!!

Summary: Trucy is running a fever while Mr Wright's at a trial so Apollo takes on the nursing duty. But health issues aren't the only issues Apollo will help with today.

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“Trucy has a fever?”

Upon hearing that, Apollo and Athena turned away from the client to look at their boss concernedly.

“Mm. ... Yes. … Oh... But I’m in the middle of a trial...” Mr Wright glanced at the clock. They only had five more minutes before the trial began again.

Eyes wide with worry, the client stared at him, wordlessly begging him not to leave. At that, Mr Wright flashed her a smile that assured her that he will be staying.

“I’ll ask someone to head over to fetch Trucy on my behalf,” Mr Wright spoke into his phone. “I’ll text you that person’s number. ... Yes. Thanks.” He pressed the “End Call” button before pulling his two protégés aside. “Well, you guys heard it. Trucy’s school called and she’s running a fever. And I can’t exactly leave halfway. Could one of you help me out?” he said with a sheepish grin. “I’d usually ask Edgeworth but he’s in Germany now...”

“I’ll go,” Apollo said, raising a hand. “Our client seems to need some help managing her fear, doesn’t she?”

“She does,” Athena affirmed. “It’s making her mess up a lot of her statements.”

“Then, it’s decided. I’ll go.”

Mr Wright wrote down something on a notepad and tore the page out. “This is the school’s address.” He handed Apollo the note and patted his shoulder. “Thanks for your help, Apollo. I’m counting on you to take care of her till the trial is over. I trust you’ll be fine though.”

The bailiff called the defense back to the courtroom and the defendant jolted in fear. Calmly, Mr Wright turned to her and comforted her. Athena held the defendant’s hand and squeezed it comfortingly.

Apollo glanced back as the three of them headed back into the courtroom before heading out. He took a look at the note Mr Wright had passed to him. The school wasn’t far from here. He quickly reached there by bus and got a visitor’s pass from the security guard before heading to the reception area.

“Hi, I’m here to pick up Trucy. Trucy Wright?” he told the receptionist.

“Ah, she is in the sickbay. I’ll wake her up,” the receptionist said.

Apollo pursed his lips. Was Trucy asleep? This fever seemed to be doing a number on the usually energetic magician. And he was right. As Trucy walked out of the sickbay, she looked incredibly exhausted, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

“Oh! Polly?” Her hand flew to her mouth. “You’re here?”

“Uh, yeah. Your dad’s in the middle of the trial so I’m here instead,” Apollo explained. He glanced over her quickly before gently tugging at her bag. “I’ll carry that for you. You look terrible.” For a moment, Trucy stubbornly tightened her grip around the strap. But Apollo was just as stubborn and she was feeling tired after all so she let go and sat at one of the benches.

The receptionist took out a form and told Apollo to fill it up so Trucy could sign out. He nodded and quickly filled it up. When he gave it back to the receptionist, her eyes widened in surprise. “You’re her coworker?”

“Um... Yes?” Well, technically I’m her employee but that’d be harder to explain. Apollo thought, cringing internally.

The receptionist laughed good-naturedly. “You two look so alike. I almost thought you were her brother! So you are a magician as well?”

“No, I’m not her brother,” he said, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “And I’m not a magician either. I’m a defense attorney. See?” He lifted his lapel.

“Polly, are you flashing your badge again?” Trucy asked from behind him.

“... No.”

The receptionist giggled as she filed the form away. “You two really get along well. Thank you for picking her up.” She craned her neck to look at the sick girl. “Rest well, Trucy!”

Seeing how tired Trucy was, Apollo got an Uber to take them back to the Wright Anything Agency.

As soon as they got in, Trucy started to nod off. However, when her head began to droop, she would suddenly straighten up again and the cycle would repeat.

“Just close your eyes,” Apollo said, leaning towards her. “You’re tired, right?”

“Ey, lass, y’ sick?” the Uber driver boomed, peered behind.

“Please look in front while driving,” Apollo reminded.

“Yep,” Trucy replied. “Fever.”

The driver nodded and turned his body slightly to look at her. “Thought so. Take forty winks, lil’ lady.” (“Oh god! Please look where you’re driving! Car! Car!”) Yer brother there can wake y’ up when we reach.”

“He’s not my brother,” Trucy said with a slight pout. “He’s just Polly.”

“Ey! Sorry ‘bout that! Y’ two got the same face!” the driver guffawed so loudly the car seemed to be shaking. Apollo clung to the roof handle for his dear life.

“Why do so many people say that?” Trucy mused aloud. “My friends in school say that too. Remember that time when I forgot my umbrella, Polly?”

Gulping, Apollo nodded. He won’t be remembering that any longer if the driver kept turning around to talk to them. “Alright, nice. Can you please nap now? No talking while napping,” Apollo said, patting her head. At least then Trucy won’t goad the driver into talking again.

“Good night,” Trucy muttered absently as she curled up in her bed.

“Good night,” Apollo replied even though he knew that was a weird thing to say at 10am. As he sat at the living room, he texted Mr Wright.

You: Trucy’s home now. She’s running a fever of 38.5 degrees. [10:34 AM]

Tentatively, he peered into Trucy’s room. Apollo felt pretty useless as he watched her tossing and turning uncomfortably. Never had he been needed to take care of someone else with a fever. And usually when he was sick, he’d just sleep it off.

Surely, he shouldn’t just be telling Trucy to sleep and leaving it at that. He frowned in thought for a while and paced around. Then, he picked up his phone again.

You: im taking care of trucy cos shes got a fever. 38.5 but wth do ppl usually do for fevers??? [10:39 AM]

The reply was almost instantaneous.

spaceman: Oof [10:39 AM]

spaceman: Give her water [10:40 AM]

spaceman: And paracetamol or watever [10:40 AM]

spaceman: Put a wet towel on her forehead [10:40 AM]

You: im not sure where mr wright keeps his medication stuff though. i asked trucy and she doesnt know either [10:40 AM]

You: shld i ask mr wright??? [10:40 AM]

spaceman: Yeah. Do that. [10:41 AM]

You: not sure when he can reply. hes at a trial now [10:41 AM]

spaceman: Ohhhhhhh [10:41 AM]

spaceman: No wonder ure the one taking care of her [10:41 AM]

spaceman: Good luck bro!! Dont die!!! [10:41 AM]

You: ok tks i wont [10:41 AM]

spaceman: Btw for the towel, get a basin so u dun need to run abt [10:41 AM]

You: k [10:42 AM]

After sending a message asking Mr Wright where he kept his medications, Apollo placed a cup and a jar of water on Trucy’s bedside table. With a bit of nudging, she finally sat upright to down an entire glass of water before sinking back into her bed with a flop. Then, he followed what Clay said and got a basin of water and a towel. Apollo soaked the towel and wrung it before placing it on Trucy’s forehead.

Apollo noticed the minute relaxation of her facial muscles so he supposed he was doing this right at least. Thank god for Clay. What would he ever do without him?

Feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket, Apollo picked it up again.

spaceman: AND SOUP OR PORRIDGE [10:53 AM]

spaceman: FOR LUNCH [10:53 AM]

spaceman: Im kinda assuming mr wright wont be back before lunch cos ure usually MIA for almost an entire day when uve got a trial [10:54 AM]

You: good idea [10:54 AM]

spaceman: Careful not to drop the entire bottle of pepper in the pot again. Itll kill the poor girl. Her dads a lawyer, apollo. Dont risk it ;-;[10:54 AM]

You: THAT WAS ONE TIME [10:55 AM]

spaceman: Tell that to my poor tongue :( [10:55 AM]

You: I GET IT STOP [10:55 AM]

spaceman: RIP Clay Terran’s tongue. 2004-2024 Death by pepper poisoning. [10:55 AM]

You: ITS TIME TO S T O P [10:55 AM]

spaceman: Dont. Stop me nOOOOWWW [10:55 AM]

You: why r u quoting queen in 2027 [10:56 AM]

spaceman: Why r YOU quoting filthy frank in 2027 [10:56 AM]

You: why r we even friends [10:56 AM]

spaceman: What do u mean?? This is precisely why we r friends [10:56 AM]

spaceman: IVE BEEN CAUGHT MY PHONE NOOOOOOOO [10:56 AM]

You: wow. a murder right before my eyes. ngl i feel nothing for ur death. [10:57 AM]

spaceman: Aura speaking, apollo, stop texting clay while hes at work. [10:57 AM]

You: Noted. Sorry. [10:57 AM]

“Trucy, please get back in bed,” Apollo said. “You’re still sick.”

“My fever’s gone, isn’t it?” Trucy said, puffing her cheek, as she continued to carry things out of the fridge to be defrosted.

“Well, yeah,” Apollo said. “But you’re not completely well yet. The sick should stay in bed to rest.”

“Do you even follow your own advice?” Trucy said, arms akimbo.

“Yes?” Apollo tried, rubbing his bracelet.

The piercing look Trucy gave him made him shrink back. Lying was futile. She could perceive lies too after all. Was this what it felt like at the other end of courtroom scrutiny?

“Okay, fine. I don’t,” he admitted. “But you’re a kid! A growing kid! I’ll do the cooking, alright?”

“The guest shouldn’t be doing the cooking.”

“I’m not guest, Trucy! I’m supposed to take care of you!”

“Look, Dad’s coming back for lunch. I can’t leave him hungry,” she said.

Apollo drooped with a sigh. “I’m sure what he means is that he’s coming back to settle lunch for you. Look, I could even ask him right now!

“I highly doubt he can cook,” Trucy stated, pouting.

“Mr Wright’s an adult. I’m sure he can settle his own meals. But if you really think that, I can just do the cooking. Your germs are going to get in the food anyway.”

“I can wear a mask,” Trucy rebutted.

Apollo waved his arms wildly before dropping them in exhaustion. “Rest. Please? Trucy?”

Trucy frowned at her feet. “It’s just a meal. I can do a meal.”

“Exactly! So can your dad. It’s just a meal. He can handle that by himself,” he said.

“I’m cooking,” Trucy insisted, stomping her foot.

“Why are you so stubborn about this?” Apollo sighed. Then, he noticed her fists shaking with emotion. “Trucy…” He watched her closely. “Is this really just about cooking?”

Her sharp blue eyes shot up to glare at Apollo. “Polly! You’re perceiving me?!”

Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Apollo muttered, “Sorry. Habit. But answer me truthfully, Trucy.” He looked at her again, his brown orbs warm and gentle now. “This isn’t just about cooking lunch, is this?”

“I’m supposed to be the one who cooks lunch every day,” Trucy replied.

“So you see it as a- um… a duty?”

A silent nod.

“So skipping out makes you feel bad?” Apollo asked as he pulled a chair out and sat on it. “Like you’re not doing your part?”

Another nod. This time, she tentatively added, “It’s like a contract.”

He hummed in understanding. Then, he dragged another chair out and patted the seat.

Gingerly, Trucy sat down beside him. Her hands gripped the sides of the chair, tense.

“I kind of get it,” Apollo began. “I mean, being a foster kid, most of my relationships with my guardians feel like contracts too. ‘If you don’t do this and that, you won’t get, um, whatever.’ So I kind of get it. That kind of spread to my other relationships to be honest. So I always get this guilt when I’m not — I don’t know — performing?”

Trucy huffed in amusement.

“Have I ever told you about my best friend?”

“Clay?”

“Yeah, him. I used to always set rules for myself on what I should do for and with Clay,” Apollo continued. “I’d, um, not go for things, like parties or school projects, if he wasn’t going with me because I felt bad enjoying myself without him and stuff like that. When he found out, he got so mad at me and said it was dumb.”

Trucy snickered. “That is dumb.”

“Yeah, because, you know, he really hated that I wasn’t doing things for myself because I had set my own rules for our friendship. Well, the point I’m making is this,” Apollo said. “People who care about you wouldn’t want your relationship with them to restrict or hurt you, you know? People who really care would want the best for you, I think.” He looked up at Trucy. “And I think your father cares about you. A lot.”

Trucy was silent. She wasn’t meeting his eyes.

“I-I hope the things I said made sense,” Apollo stuttered. “I was just saying what I thought. I’m really not that good with words- URNGH!”

Trucy had slammed her face into his chest. Stiffly, Apollo’s arms hovered at his shoulder level as the teenager tightened her embrace. A fond smile spread across his face. Slowly, he lowered his arms over her shoulders and pat between her shoulder blades.

“Thanks, Polly,” Trucy said as she pulled back. She shot him a cheeky grin. “You make a pretty decent older brother.”

Apollo rolled his eyes. “Quit teasing me. Now, go sleep. I have a meal to make.”

#ace attorney #ace attorney secret santa #apollo justice #trucy wright #clay terran #sickfic #shenanigans #light angst #fluff #mostly fluff #hurt/comfort #humour #siblings #my writing

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kissykiwi · 6 years

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green eyes, red handed (part 2)

wherein y/n finds harry confusing. (college au, 2700 words)

[previous]

Y/N’s head swam as she walked out of class, full of education and politics and society. They had a paper coming up, three topics possible from the entirety of the work, and she couldn’t figure how she’d be able to pick when she had so much to say about all of it.

“So, what are yeh thinking for the upcoming essay? Worth fifteen percent, y’know.”

Y/N was startled to be addressed by the low, thick voice of the person she apparently bothered so much, and cut her eyes sideways as Harry bounded up beside her. How fun, swinging back in the other direction.

“I was thinking of the one centering around justice,” she said warily. She might wanna kill him half the time, but when they weren’t at each other’s throats he was a pretty good study partner, and Plato was not a joke. “Figured that I could expand on the definition by taking the classical ambiguity of it.”

“Tha’s not a bad idea.”

“Yeah. Do me a solid and don’t steal it, will ya?”

Harry laughed as Y/N raised an eyebrow in a perfect arch. A girl down the hall fumbled her books.

“Now, now, didn’t say it was good, did I?” he quipped, tone remaining light. Y/N could see this for what it was, the peace offering that followed every spat and kept them on careful even ground, but she was ready to accept it. Their relationship had been like this for three years now, and she had learned how to prolong the amiable Harry that came between fights, and how much she preferred him.

“Fine then Plutarch, what’re you doing?”

“The use of fantastical arguments in philosophical debate.”

“Dense,” she said, surprised. They only had about three thousand words, and he was certainly taking quite the bite. It was a gentle reminder of how much was hiding in that thick skull of his.

“Behind this pretty face is quite th’ mind, Y/L/N,” Harry sighed dramatically, pushing the door open for them both.

“It’s behind a face anyway.”

“See I could get mad at tha’ comment, but because I’m a kind and gentle soul, I will instead do as Clark asked and pass along the message that everyon’s stoppin’ in Fleming and then settin’ up in Old Quad for lunch.”

Definitely offering the proverbial olive branch then. Often Harry would skip letting her know when these plans would happen (and Ginny always forgot) and she’d make it halfway back to her apartment before she knew that her friends had snagged a coveted slice of lawn. In return, Y/N offered him a careful smile and a thanks. Harry quirked a corner of his mouth back, opened it to say something, but was interrupted before he could.

“Y/N!”

Turning about, she saw black hair, blue eyes, an unassuming smile. It was Mitchell, from her Human Skeletal Biology course. He was sweet, so sweet, but nice and naive had never much been her thing and as many times as she’d tried to let him down gently, he just kept coming back.

“Mitchell, hey,” she said, voice kind and decidedly lukewarm, turning back towards Fleming and a now farther ahead Harry as the new addition came to her pace.

“Hey! I know you said you were busy last Thursday with schoolwork and all, but I thought new week, new schedule, right?”

Y/N bit her lower lip hard, frustration sparking in her gut. No matter what she tried he wouldn’t take the hint, and she was inching ever closer to the cruelty of brutal honesty. There were days where she just wanted to say yes, fine, let’s go! But she knew how uncomfortable she would be saying yes, had been down that road before often enough to tell. Sometimes people just weren’t compatible, and two conversations with this guy had told her that he didn’t have enough pushback to keep her interested.

“Listen, I-”

“”Oo’s this then?”

Y/N looked up at Harry, caught off guard by his sudden interest and the arm he’d thrown about her shoulder. Casual physical contact wasn’t out of the question between them (they were in the same friend group after all) but the warm bicep pressing into the back of her neck was certainly more than usual. She suppressed the urge to lean back into the touch.

“I- This is Mitchel. We have ANT334 together,” she replied.

“Ah, Mitchell. I remember hearin’ ‘bout this one.”

“This one?” She could see Mitchell’s face turning, a sour expression creeping across his features as he repeated what Harry had said.

“Yeah mate, one of ‘er boys. What were yeh sayin’ though?”

Now Mitchell was positively frowning, mostly at Y/N. “I- nevermind, actually.” Though it was just the time for food he turned away, booking off down the hall towards the doors they had all just entered through and away from the student commons. Y/N turned towards Harry, a confused look on her face.

“When did you ever hear me talk about him?”

“Y/L/N, yeh bitch about how he’s not gettin’ the message two t’ three times per hour every time he asks yeh out,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, but I never thought you actually listened. Looks like I won’t have to worry about him anymore, anyhow,” she said, thinking with some measure of relief of the displeasure on Mitchell’s face.

“And we won’ have t’ listen t’yeh anymore. Everyone wins! Now hurry up ‘n get yer food, I wanna get a spot in th’ shade before Todd sprawls out and declares it all as his.”

Instead of getting annoyed, Y/N picked up a sandwich and some juice and paid in an example of decision making in record time. Harry was right, Todd was an absolute slut for getting out of the sun, and she wasn’t much for the heat that seemed to ramp up as summer folded into early fall. She and Harry both got irritable in the heat, so shade was probably the best idea. Harry seemed pleased to have her agreeing, and they walked out to their friends in a warm and unexpected peace.

Old Quad was beautiful. Lush, bright green grass (and props to the grounds crew for that, because it was pretty well trafficked) boxed in by the big, old founding buildings of their school, all dark stones and gothic arches. The corners left spaces to get in and out but it felt like a universe inside the universe of the school, filled with cool breezes and big trees and the noises of college students taking a breath between classes. The ever present crowd of students fanned out across the lawn for the peak noon lunch hour, but the blindingly pale hand of Ginny waving ecstatically from under her favorite oak tree showed that their friends had grabbed prime seating.

“This way,” Y/N mumbled, grabbing Harry’s hand distractedly as people flowed around them. Their friends liked to call Y/N the gazelle because of her careful feet and how good she was at picking through a crowd- ironic when compared to her inability to walk over flat ground but then there you were. Harry, on the other hand, had enormous feet, both of which were left. Last week he’d fallen on a girl and squashed her sandwich, and the starry eyes she’d given him had inflated his ego to truly unbearable proportions.

“Holding hands? My god, maybe world peace is realistic after all,” Clark laughed as they walked up to the group, Ginny staring with raised brows at their connected hands. Y/N rolled her eyes and plopped onto the blanket laid across the grass, leaving Harry to take his hand back.

“More like keeping him from taking out half the quad. I’m fairly sure the lovely young lady from last week is still thinking of ways to incorporate falling into a pickup line. If he dazzles any more that way, we’ll never have another lunch in peace,” she replied, plastic crinkling as she unwrapped her lunch.

“Not my fault tha’ these eyes make women fall in love, darlin’,” Harry replied smugly. Y/N maintained eye contact with him as she took a large bite of her sandwich, chewing slowly.

“Nope, still wanna strangle you. Who does that work on again?”

Todd sighed happily. “God, Y/N, we need to bottle whatever keeps you from falling over sideways for this twat and vaccinate the rest of the campus with it. You know that guy I’ve been trying to get closer to in physics, the cute tall one? Came up to me and asked for Harry’s number this morning.”

“Well-” Ginny started, but Y/N was faster.

“Oh, not Andre, really? I liked him, too.”

“I’m gonna ignore tha’,” Harry said breezily. “Sorry though mate, ’s shit.”

“Yeah,” Todd shrugged. “I gave it to him though.”

Idly, Y/N wondered what Harry might do. Clark liked to say that Harry played with his food, never settling for long with one partner and keeping them on their toes if he ever took a brief landing, and she didn’t know if she could stand watching him flirt with the guy Todd had been on about for nearly a month now. It seemed like the whole blanket agreed, breath held as they waited for Harry to reply. Y/N could feel Ginny’s eyes on her.

“I’ll put in a good word for yeh then.”

Y/N’s phone buzzed in her pocket, undoubtedly from Ginny based on the elbow sneaking into her side, so she pulled it out to read.

>>babe u just visibly relaxed u have it SO BAD

>i was worried abt todd u absolute psycho

Ginny rolled her eyes, about to reply, when across the way Clark decided to ask “what’s so interesting there ladies?” Her ginger head snapped up, almost hilariously conspicuous that they were discussing someone sitting on the blanket, and which meant assuredly that Y/N would have to save it.

“Your weak dick game, actually.”

Clark squeaked out a highly offended noise as Ginny dissolved into giggles, halfheartedly trying to convince him that that probably wasn’t what they were talking about, and Y/N was so amused by the overplayed outrage that she only barely noticed the boot nudging at her thigh. It was Harry of course, poking at her with a delicately extended foot from where he was already draped in a long line on his side. When she looked over, he beckoned, and since she was feeling generous she scootched over so they could talk.

“There’re free coffees for the next month of Classics with yer name on ‘em,” he said as she leaned down towards him, his breath blowing the ends of her hair like a light breeze. Y/N gave him a doubtful look.

“That so? What’s the catch then?”

“Yer notes. Been readin’ em over your shoulder, ‘n they’re a damn sight more coherent than mine. Jus’ lemme see ‘em to piece together my essay, that’s all I’m askin’.” Y/N’s eyebrows stayed up, but she’d never been one to turn down caffeine and Harry didn’t skimp on good coffee.

“Make it coffee for the whole semester and I’ll keep letting you see them, how about that?”

Harry grinned, a certain amount of relief seeping through, and nodded enthusiastically. From there it was easy to melt into a discussion about outlines, Y/N leaning down towards him to sketch out some tweaks on his main themes, Harry pushing up on an elbow to point at the book in her lap as he suggested the lines he thought would work best. Neither saw it, but across the quad people were staring- here a sigh over Harry’s smile, there someone missing their mouth as Y/N brushed hair out of her face with a careless grace.

“I don’t mean to break up this weird, academic ménage à trois between you two and Plato, but Duncs just texted to plan next Monday Meal,” Todd called from across the blanket.

Monday Meal was a longstanding tradition among the friend group, masterminded and orchestrated by the fourth roommate in the cellblock, Duncan. He was a nutrition sciences major possessed of serious doubts as to his friends ability to care for themselves, and he’d decided about halfway through their first year that if they all died of scurvy he’d feel in some way responsible. So once a week they all got together to eat (“vegetables, Todd, a human can’t subsist on mashed potatoes alone”) and have a beer after the gauntlet of a Monday. It was where both Todd and Hil had come out to everyone, where Ginny and Clark were locked into a closet together so they would get together already, where hookups and Potential Serious Things™ got to be brutally scrutinized for a minimum two hours. It also required everyone to bring something, on a rotational basis after they all realized that Hil would never learn to cook if they didn’t make her bring something besides beer. It had been cancelled for the week (Duncs was out of town for his mother’s engagement party), but next week was on.

“Y/N and I already have a stuffed cabbage planned, so tell him that,” Ginny said, pushing herself up. “But right now, we have some grocery shopping to do. Up you go bubs!”

She grabbed Y/N’s hand, pulling her onto her feet. Y/N quirked a brow, resisting the urge to sigh.

“I’ll see you all later,” she said flatly, nudging a goodbye to Harry with the toe of her boot. He tapped her ankle before Ginny had her off.

“We went grocery shopping yesterday,” Y/N sighed as soon as they were out of earshot. “What’s actually going on?”

“When are you going to accept that you have feelings for Harry?”

Oh, but Y/N didn’t like this. Ginny was serious, dead serious, in a way that her bubbling smile almost never gave way to.

“Ginny, I don’t,” Y/N groaned, rubbing at her temples. Ginny grabbed her shoulders and pushed her into one of the archways.

“Y/N, I love you. You’re one of my best friends, and we tell each other everything, which is why when I say this please know it’s because you’re important to me. You like him, you’re in fucking denial about it, and it’s tearing you up.”

“Wh- I’m fine! I am fine, and I’m not in denial about anything.”

“You fought this morning. The two of you.”

This stopped Y/N, and she frowned slightly, tilting her head to stare at Ginny.

“How the fuck did you know that?”

“He’s always nicer to you and you’re always more careful talking to him. Because you think it’s something you do to make him mad and you want to change it. Because you like him.”

Y/N let her head drop. Sighed. Rubbed her face.

“So what if I do Ginny?” she finally replied, voice noticeably weary to her own ears. “It doesn’t-- it doesn’t matter, even a little bit. He’s him and I’m me and we don’t get on and no amount of feeling whatever I feel or parsing out why is going to change it.”

This time it was Ginny’s turn to frown, and she reached forward to put her hands on Y/N’s shoulders, pull her closer with a soft little hum into a hug.

“Oh, peaches. I know you hate to hear me say it-- and maybe that’s you protecting yourself, you are basically a pill bug-- but I don’t think he’s mean because he doesn’t like you. I think you make him nervous honeybun, you know how strong you are. It scares guys, especially ones like Harry, especially with what he was like when we met.”

Y/N rubbed her face into Ginny’s shoulder, mushing her lips together instead of replying. The soft slide that her cherry chapstick produced was enough to ground her, let her whisper a soft “maybe.”

“What did you even fight about peaches? It can’t have been much, usually it takes you two longer.”

Y/N had to breathe unhappily through her nose at the “usually”, no matter how fair it might be. She took a moment before responding.

“I don’t really know Gin. I was talking to the Professor, made a joke or somethin’, and as soon as Harry was in he was on my case.”

Ginny nodded, face thoughtful, then said, “Is this the classics prof, the one that half the campus wants on?”

Y/N had to roll her eyes at that.

“Yes, Professor Morrow is the one everyone else is drooling after. What does that have to do with anything, you creep?”

“Harry was probably jealous, peaches. You know he’s good at makin’ you laugh, bet he likes to be the only one.”

#harry styles imagine #harry styles #harry styles blurb #harry styles writing #himagine #text #a heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere she is!

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just-jammin · 2 years

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hmm. . . maybe. but if i dont look at the emotions theyll cease to exist right? ok ok im kidding. . . let me think.

yes. i think its better to just, not bottle up my feelings. which i guess im doing right now by telling you (and. . all ur followers) so thats a start. oh my friends already know i have been, rambling to them ever since it happened. . . they dont leave me alone about it. . . theyll tease me when they come around again but i know they won't tell em.

. . .but i might take u and Astros advice abt it. . thanks. ill try my best. . . not to bottle up my feelings but also not revealing them i cant do that--

so uh, yeah! thank you so much for listening! ill be leaving for now to think about this on my own. . . thanks for all your help (oh my gosh i have a tag too! thats nice. . .)

no problem, friendo! :D

and, uh, honestly telling shit here in public [tumblr] doesn’t really impact much unlike other social media… it’s like a stray paper inside a bulletin board; people pass by it without really noticing until they’re intrigued by its contents

so again, thanks for stopping by, and good luck with whatever the fuck’s going on! ^v^👍

#honestly the not bottling up feelings and hiding them at the same time is… yeah #just gush ‘em out on the right times (with your friends and stuff like that)#and hide them on the right times as well (being with the enemy)#so yeah :p #(also you deserve a tag here dude; especially bc sometimes i couldn’t find posts by certain anons i’m looking for—)#that was stupid #idk anymore #inquiries of a fennec #a really nice anon #enemies to lovers anon

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wereg0blin · 7 years

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for the ask meme? all of them u thot

For ur and Cris' demand1. Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?Yes!!!!! 2. Would you date an 18-year-old at the age you are now?UhHHHHHH it is 3 years older than me but hhhhhhh probably not3. When’s the last time you were aggravated and happy at the same time?Bicth ten mins ago4. Would you ever smile at a stranger?ALWAYS5. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?If there are they can go fuck themselves right in the butthole6. Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today?CHOKE-I dont know how but they found me - mr seen aka my eX hHHhH7. What exactly are you wearing right now?a cute ass blouse thingy some tights and christmas deer antlers on top of a Santa hat8. How often do you listen to music?every chance i get9. Do you wear jeans or sweats more?jeans i guess10. Do you think your life will change dramatically before 2013?i dont even remember 201311. Are you a social or an antisocial person?both damn12. Have you ever kissed someone whose name begins with the letter ‘A’?On the cheek yes13. What about ‘R’?platonically yes14. Can you drive a stick shift?i can climb sticks???? does that count??? 15. Do you care if people talk badly about you?they 100% do and i dont really care bc everyone talks shit about everyone 16. Are you going out of town soon?i dont know how to reply to this because i live in two towns17. When was the last time you cried?Wednesday i think,, i wish i could cry more often 18. Have you ever told someone you loved them?i try to say it as much as i can bc i have a lot of love in my heart19. If you could change your eye color, would you?maybe a lighter blue bc gray blue isn't that pretty20. Is there a boy who you would do absolutely everything for?not counting evan,,, uhh Boys ARE A BLESSING TO THIS WORLD FUXK YEAH21. Name something you dislike about the day you’re having.am planning to tell mh parents abt my depression but hHHHHH22. Is it cute when guys kiss you on your forehead?if it has boy in it iT CUTE23. Are you dating the last person you talked to?NopE cris is like,,,, my best friend wtf24. What are you sitting on right now?b e d i t s o f t25. Does anyone regularly (other than family) tell you they love you?FRIENS. LOVE THEM. 26. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?ALL THW TIME B I TCH27. Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night?my roommates 28. Do you get a lot of colds?nop, but when i do its fuxked up29. Where is the shirt you are wearing from?Switzerland 30. Does anyone hate you?yepity depity do and i hope they burn in hell fucking pieces of shits31. Do you have any empty alcohol bottles hidden somewhere in your room?it will be a cold day in hell when i drink my dudes32. Do you like watching scary movies?BITCH I L OV E MAKING FUN OF MOVIESSO SEEING SHITTY SCARY MOVIES IS A FUCKING BLESSING 33. Do you want your tongue pierced?Nah how tf am i gonna eat spicy shit then???? ¿¿¿¿34. If you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be?2015????or 2016??? i think that was the worst my depression ever was35. Did you have a dream last night?i think????? 36. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?right now37. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?hope not???? but then again???? kinda hope i do????? probably not doe38. Do you think someone has feelings for you?yes i know at least 2 boys and i feel so sorry for them39. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?probs40. Did you have a good day yesterday?mmmeh41. Think back 2 months ago; were you in a relationship?oh shit i have no Fucking idea 42. In the next 48 hours, will you hang out with a girl?y e s43. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?i think???? cris must've told me at least one time and evan too so Uhhhh i guess???? ¿¿¿¿44. What’s the best part about school?i get to have unnecessary crushes45. Do you have any pictures on your Facebook?ppppplenty46. Do you ever pass notes to your friends in school?yeah but he called me a slut and a whore 47. Do you replay things that have happened in your head?god fucking hell all the time 48. Were you single over the last summer?yep49. Is your life anything like it was two years ago?nope thank the whatever the fuck is out there 50. What are you supposed to be doing right now?sleeping i guess51. Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with?evan is a precious cinnamon roll fuck off 52. Are you nice to everyone?YES YES YES YES ALWAYS as i saidk i l l t h e m w i t h k i n d n e s s53. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?h hh hhh fuCking tAke a wIld Gue Ss m854. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?bitch when i cheat will be the day i cut my throat 55. Are you good at hiding your feelings?bad feelings? yescrushes? n0Pe56. Do you think you like someone?i think but i hope not57. Have you kissed someone whose name starts with a ‘J’?nop i do not Think so my dude 58. Do you prefer to be friends with girls or boys?why THE FUCK would that matter59. Has anyone of your friends ever seen you cry?current ones?? i dont think so??? 60. Do you hate anyone?nah i just,,,, strongly dislike themexcept the fucking bitches i called friends i hopr they die in a fire 61. How’s your heart?idk i guess ok??? im always okay62. Is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about?not really pffft63. Have you ever cried over a guy?yes all the time,, boys r beautiful 64. Who is probably talking a load of crap about you right now?hmmmmmmmmm idk i can think of a few people but i hope not 65. Are your toenails painted pink?I W I S H66. Will your next kiss be a mistake?bih i wish i could have my first kiss67. Girls love it when boyfriends cry; correct?if boyfriend cries i cry thats bad 68. Have your pants ever fallen down in public?poor poor souls that actually had this happen to them69. Who was the last person you were on the phone with?my sister!!! 70. How do you look right now?bored Even doe im honestly just relaxed 71. Do you have someone you can be your complete self around?i do that with everyone bc if u don't like me u don't have tk be around me 72. Can you commit to one person?yes ofc!!!??? 73. Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to?even bby ilu74. Have you ever felt replaced?i think?? yes probs75. Did you wake up cranky?nop76. Are you a jealous person?hhhhHA YOU DONT EVEN K N O W77. Are relationships ever worth it?Theyre fun but the end of them makes me wanna die78. Anyone you’re giving up on?crushes and teachers 79. Currently wanting to see anyone?3 more years bih u better wait for meand u too eben b safe u dork80. Name something you have to do tomorrow?sssstudy h81. Last person you cried in front of?mom82. Is there someone you will never forget?yyyES83. Do you think the person you have feelings for is protective of you?nope he doesn't really care about me anymore (although i dont think he ever did) 84. If the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing right now?BICTH ID BE KISSING THAY THOT ALL OVER HER FACE AND WATCHING SAW AND VORING PIZZAEVEN DUDE HHHHELTS WATCH SAW 3 AND LAUGH AT THAT DUDE BREAKING HIS LEG AND THWN I CAN HUG YOU TILL I DIE FROM DEHYDRATION 85. Are you over your past?i ggggUess??? 86. Have you ever liked one of your best friends of the opposite sex?i have no idea 87. Is there anyone you can tell EVERYTHING to? @lady-misfortune @space-ace-sneevee @thelilshadowchild88. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?what has been has been but i guess idk yet bc ive had like 1 bf for now 89. So, the last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3AM; do you let them in?never kissed 90. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?i guess???????? 91. Will you be in a relationship in 2 months?i sure as hell have no idea92. Is there anyone you know with the name Michael?Michael Jackson and I are best buddies bItch93. Have you ever kissed a Matthew?noPe94. Were you in a relationship in January? How was it going?i was in a relationship with my laptop and i didnt leave him from 7pm to 6am 95. Were you happy with the person you liked in March?he a dicky 96. Don’t tell me lies, is the last person you texted attractive?bicth fucjing prettiest people youll find97. Who do you have texts from?crissy gorl that im too lazy to reply to98. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?happened to me and i said "glad u told me earlier i dont want u being with me if u r uncomfy" it did hurt like a fucking bitch doe99. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?bitch never kissed 100. Who’s in your profile picture with you?me, myself and i101. Ever kissed under fireworks?NEVER KISSED FFS102. Has anybody ever given you butterflies?IN a jar nicely packed and handed to me? no but stomach butterflies so bad i wanted to throw up? yes

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transbcyfriend · 6 years

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Every Question >:3

well Shit ig now bc i’m Required By Law to answer these i gotta

1. Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?

yes – and god am i grateful.

2. Would you date an 18-year-old at the age you are now?

i mean i’m 18 so uhhhhhhhhh yeah

3. When’s the last time you were aggravated and happy at the same time?

…yesterday? the day before?

4. Would you ever smile at a stranger?

i do it all the time at work so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

5. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?

i wouldn’t say mad.

6. Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today?

too many to count!

7. What exactly are you wearing right now?

a legend of zelda hoodie and a wild patterned set of lounge pants from pink republic. i haven’t changed in several days i’m uh Sick

8. How often do you listen to music?

if i don’t do it every single day it’s scientifically proven i’ll shrivel up and die

9. Do you wear jeans or sweats more?

jeans. jeans definitely.

10. Do you think your life will change dramatically before 2013?

it did at the time, and not for the better. fuck that shit

11. Are you a social or an antisocial person?

mmMMMMMmMMM depends on the situation?? if i’m like clocked in at work, if i’m somewhere i actively enjoy, or on The Web™, i’m social, but otherwise i don’t rlly interact with ppl hnfngnf

12. Have you ever kissed someone whose name begins with the letter ‘A’?

not yet.

13. What about ‘R’?

nope!

14. Can you drive a stick shift?

can i get a FUCK NO

15. Do you care if people talk badly about you?

depends on the person. someone i’m close to and like? yes. someone who i’m not close to and dislike? nah.

16. Are you going out of town soon?

nope.

17. When was the last time you cried?

mmmmMMMMMM a few days ago? few days ago.

18. Have you ever told someone you loved them?

yes.

19. If you could change your eye color, would you?

HMMMM y’know i don’t think i would, mine are like ?? hazel and ppl make comments abt them being diff colors n shit in certain lights sometimes and i Like That so

20. Is there a boy who you would do absolutely everything for?

in fact, yes! i would uh Die For Him

21. Name something you dislike about the day you’re having.

i’m sick and can’t breathe

22. Is it cute when guys kiss you on your forehead?

YOU KNOW I BE ON THAT GAY SHIT !!!!!

23. Are you dating the last person you talked to?

nope

24. What are you sitting on right now?

a wooden chair

25. Does anyone regularly (other than family) tell you they love you?

yep!

26. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?

oh yeah. god yeah.

27. Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night?

@lazybones25

28. Do you get a lot of colds?

no, not rlly. last time i got sick was … sophmore year of hs? junior year? i don’t remember.

29. Where is the shirt you are wearing from?

it was a gift from my buddy bri

30. Does anyone hate you?

there’s at least one i can think of off the top of my head, soooooo yeah

31. Do you have any empty alcohol bottles hidden somewhere in your room?

noooo, me? drink? me, a consumer of alcohol. ur pullin’ my leg, i don’t drink

32. Do you like watching scary movies?

i’m just Meh on it bc most movies nowadays are so played out and predictable that they’re just not scary to me

33. Do you want your tongue pierced?

kinda, yeah. it’s an on/off want, still deciding.

34. If you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be?

just one? fuck. any of the years between being 13-16.

35. Did you have a dream last night?

actually i did! i had a dream i lost my job bc one of my managers was in a bad mood and was basically like “well u should’ve thought more abt your career than ur education, ur fired since u wanna go 2 college, can’t change ur hours”

36. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?

few hours ago.

37. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?

mmmm … unlikely.

38. Do you think someone has feelings for you?

yep.

39. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?

i’d hope so! don’t gotta be, but it’d be cute and i’d Like That

40. Did you have a good day yesterday?

it was ok – i spiraled into being sick, but it was ok

41. Think back 2 months ago; were you in a relationship?

yeah

42. In the next 48 hours, will you hang out with a girl?

unlikely.

43. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?

yep.

44. What’s the best part about school?

mmm mM MM prolly just making friends w/ ppl in ur classes. that, and just how chill the professors are.

45. Do you have any pictures on your Facebook?

fun fact – i don’t have a facebook.

46. Do you ever pass notes to your friends in school?

fuck yeah my guy

47. Do you replay things that have happened in your head?

way too often

48. Were you single over the last summer?

nope.

49. Is your life anything like it was two years ago?

absolutely not and god i’m rlly happy abt that

50. What are you supposed to be doing right now?

looking when college classes start again but i Don’t Wanna

51. Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with?

i’d be lying to ur face if i said yes

52. Are you nice to everyone?

i try to be – some ppl tho, i just. can’t. there’s reasonable salt.

53. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?

yep!

54. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?

i’ve done it before, i don’t see why not.

55. Are you good at hiding your feelings?

when the situation calls for it, i’d like to think so

56. Do you think you like someone?

mhmm

57. Have you kissed someone whose name starts with a ‘J’?

…… y’know i don’t think i have! that’s surprising i’ve kissed a lotta ppl

58. Do you prefer to be friends with girls or boys?

tbh p much the only ppl i tend to never rlly make friends with are cis guys. there’s rare exceptions, but the vast majority of my buddies are either cis girls or trans/nonbinary/etc.

59. Has anyone of your friends ever seen you cry?

yep – a few of them. not many, but a few.

60. Do you hate anyone?

i wouldn’t say hate, but there’s a couple of ppl i severely dislike.

61. How’s your heart?

atm? better. better than usual, i’m rlly glad abt that

62. Is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about?

anytime from being 12-17

63. Have you ever cried over a guy?

yeah.

64. Who is probably talking a load of crap about you right now?

i ain’t gonna say names buuuuuuut Someone I Know

65. Are your toenails painted pink?

they’re painted a dark wine red actually, i uh got bored

66. Will your next kiss be a mistake?

best decision of my life, if anything

67. Girls love it when boyfriends cry; correct?

from my own Personal Experience, kinda? i mean every person i’ve been w/ kinda likes it bc it’s like, i’m letting my walls down and letting them in, so i mean ig

68. Have your pants ever fallen down in public?

thankfully no!

69. Who was the last person you were on the phone with?

@lazybones25

70. How do you look right now?

surprisingly decent for feeling icky

71. Do you have someone you can be your complete self around?

just two – but i’m content w/ that.

72. Can you commit to one person?

under the right circumstances, ya – otherwise i gotta dip

73. Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to?

my roommate @stasiroowho

74. Have you ever felt replaced?

can i get a Hell Yeah and It Hurts

75. Did you wake up cranky?

no, i just woke up wanting attention and feeling Blah

76. Are you a jealous person?

hhMHMhmMMHMHM depends ?? ? ? if we’re talking from a relationship perspective, like i don’t give a shit if the other person wants to like, make a shitton of buddies and like actually Have A Life, that’s good, but when it comes to like, romance specifically? then i’m just. m i n e

77. Are relationships ever worth it?

very rarely, but some are and god is it so fucking satisfying in every aspect

78. Anyone you’re giving up on?

yeah.

79. Currently wanting to see anyone?

can i get a HOOYAHHHH

80. Name something you have to do tomorrow?

go to the apartment and uh Feed Cats

81. Last person you cried in front of?

do i rlly gotta @ my homeboi ash a 3rd time

82. Is there someone you will never forget?

in a good way or a bad way?

83. Do you think the person you have feelings for is protective of you?

yeee – in a good way tho

84. If the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing right now?

probably either just chillin’ watching netflix and eating chips/popcorn, or gettin’ heated while also shotgunning that good good

85. Are you over your past?

CAN I GET A FUCK NO

86. Have you ever liked one of your best friends of the opposite sex?

yeah

87. Is there anyone you can tell EVERYTHING to?

just two! and two’s a good number, i’m happy w/ that.

88. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?

i’d immediately murder him on the spot. i’d still take the gifts off his corpse tho bc hey Free Shit

89. So, the last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3AM; do you let them in?

ya – i do trust that one, he made me breakfast one time so i wouldn’t burn my own house down, he a tru homie

90. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?

uuuhhhhhhh-huh

91. Will you be in a relationship in 2 months?

highly likely

92. Is there anyone you know with the name Michael?

i used to! he was the Popular Kid™ back in high school, who fuckin’ knows where he’s at now

93. Have you ever kissed a Matthew?

when i was like 4, yeah, we were each other’s childhood crush so uh shrugs

94. Were you in a relationship in January? How was it going?

nope! things were getting heavy, but no relationship yet.

95. Were you happy with the person you liked in March?

absolutely.

96. Don’t tell me lies, is the last person you texted attractive?

hmmmmmmmmaybe

97. Who do you have texts from?

in general? my mom, ash, 3 coworkers, one of my managers, my one tru buddy from the womb @infinitelycastiel, and my buddy lynette.

98. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?

i mean ?? i’d b upset, i’d b depressed, i’d b a lil torn up abt it, but i ain’t gonna stop whatever happens from happening. not my choice to

99. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?

ya – not too much older, but ya

100. Who’s in your profile picture with you?

AAAAAAAALL BY MY, SEEEEEEEEEE-EEEE-EEEEEEEEELF

101. Ever kissed under fireworks?

fun fact: no

102. Has anybody ever given you butterflies?

yEP

#GOD I FUCKING LOVE ASK MEMSE BLESS U . .. .#tapirz #sanswers;;#i don't remember my ask replies tag hnnfgnf

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6, 11, 18, 24, 33, 37, 39, 46, 55, 56, 60, 65, 79, 85, 95, 96, and 104 pls and thank you! no rush take ur time ily

hey i love you too!! youre so wonderful fluffy

6. Have you ever wanted to have someone but you messed it up? I think, at the time of the issue, yes. But now, looking back on it, I truly think that it’s better off this way. 11. What do you drink in the morning? Coffee. Sometimes I’ll have a bit of water if I wake up with a sticky throat, or if I’m sick I’ll make tea. I always make coffee and take it in my thermos to school. (I also take a water bottle with me but the last time I finished that thing at school was probably last year)18. Are you wearing jeans,sweatpants,or pajama pants? I’m wearing jeans right now, because I just got home from working. 24. Have you ever considered getting a tattoo? Yes. I want a galaxy under my right collarbone (yeah i know it’s gonna hurt like a bitch, I’ll live.) I also really want a sternum piece, a big one on both of my thighs, and raven wings on my back. I’ll also eventually get the moon phases on my ribcage somewhere. Eventually.33. Do you prefer warm or cold weather? Cold weather. It’s easier to sleep, nicer to cuddle, and I don’t work so much when it’s cold. I mean, you can put on as many layers as you please but when it gets too hot, what do you do? Peel your skin away??37. What song are you listening to? I’m not listening to any song, but I’ve had Today I Saw the Whole World by ptv stuck in my head all day. It reminds me of someone I love dearly. 39. Is there a girl that knows everything or almost everything about you? Yeah. But she got tired of it, and I understand. I don’t really blame her. Besides, I know there’s someone I can trust much more. 46. Are you in a good mood right now? I’m not sure, my head hurts and I can’t really walk and I don’t want to work tomorrow but I just got told smth that made me really happy. Im just really loenly I guess, I feel like tonight’s going to be like every other night this week..55. Have you ever liked somebody and never told them? Oh, I’ve had a passing crush, to be sure- I’ve wanted to get to know someone more closely than a compliment fitted on a breeze. But I don’t think I’ve every had a real crush on someone and haven’t told them. 56. Do you like to cuddle? Yes. Pure and simple, yes. I love hugs, I love to be held. The problem is I’m tall and aggressive and not many people wanna cuddle me,,60. What do you carry with you at all times? My phone. If I’m scared I roll it over in my hands and I like knowing I’m ony a few buttons away from talking to people that love me. 65. Did anything “cute” happen in the last week? Oh man this bitch is just pissing me off,, she just keeps tryin tae start shit and it’s?? I’m done with it. If she steps to me I’ll flay her, and she knows it. That, and there was the guy that offered to buy me off my father at the hog barn. (not really, he just asked how much my father was payin me for and bet he could pay me more. didn’t realize i was his daughter)79. Did you ever have braces? No, but I kind of want them for purely cosmetic reasons but I don’t know if it’s worth all that money and time and effort. 85. What’s the last movie you saw in theaters? Rogue One i think,,, i really don’t know. I just know my big sister and I wanted to see Krampus but the theater cancelled the showings they said they’d have of it so we had to see the movie my brother wanted to watch so..95. What were you doing last night at midnight? I was crying,, hah I cried for three hours last night I swear,,, pls love me,96. When’s the last time you saw fireworks? Would’ve been the Illuminations show at Epcot in Disney World over spring break. And I cried, because I’m so lucky to have been able to go with the people I love and I’m so lucky to know the people that I do. And to have shared that experience with them? It was just overwhelming. And I cried for the people that weren’t there, but I was mostly happy. I was ready to go home, though. Slept most of the way home, too.104. Would you ever wear cowboy boots with shorts? I think that I would,, but I don’t wear shorts enough to look cute with cowboy boots. but i think i’d look cute idk judge me how you want i live in ohio damn it i’d look cute w. that pinkish flannel i have and light colored shorts and dark cowboy boots…….. tell me i wouldnt……………… i dare u(actually no dont i feel rly gross abt myself rn)

#ask #the flurf #this iddn't take that long bc i rly wanna be distracted rn #ily!!

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Jan 23 Lost Light Stream - Soundwave’s Bar - Transformers Prime 49-52

Prowl sat outside during Patch. He was Far Too Intrigued by the potential of the Forge of Solus, and would very much like to meet a Solus to ask her about how it works. For example, if it’s running out of energy, can you fill it with more? Or can you use a run-down Forge to build a new Forge full of energy? Can you wish for more wishes? Perhaps he’ll never know.

Also he’s convinced that Aligned bots are mad geniuses as creating things that smack stuff into existence.

Welcome to the 'excursionist' room. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i see it)) Airachnid: I see it)) Starscream: *Sitting away from the others* Shockbox: (( as do i)) Starscream: ((see it)) Airachnid: [looks around before sitting near Whirl] Whirl: ((excellent. remember that Itsy is to blame for what u see next)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Chimera is parked on the table in bird mode, yep. So many good pats.* Shockbox: *if there is a snack table, he's beelining for it.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *And the snacks are laid out on the bar.* Shockbox: *oh hell yes.* Ratchet: Hooooo. Forgot how nice this place is, Hot Wheels. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Soundwave. And thank you.]] Whirl: *nods courteously to Airachnid before--OH NO* Shockbox: ((....now /this/ is a quality stream. )) Starscream: :/ Whirl: Why, Soundwave. This is torture. What did I ever do to you. Shockwave: ((i love that shockbox is just like AW YIS TREATS)) Airachnid: ... ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You are in a dance club. Deal with it.]] Ratchet: Hehehe. Whatever you say. Shockwave: ((we can hear your skype bweeps)) Starscream: they even left me out ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He sees worse every weekend.]] agoodidstraction: *pulls out a cyg* Alrighty then. Whirl: But STARSCREAM? FakeProwl: ... Nobody told me we were watching horror tonight. Whirl: Can't you find LITREALLY ANYONE else? Whirl: *SNRK* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave's helm bobs. Heh.* Starscream: It don't know which would have been worse ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Fine. He will find some you'll approve of.]] agoodidstraction: Find my boyfriend Ratchet: WHAT song is this I didn't think I was going to dance tonight but look at this Shockbox: *he's getting his snack fix. just a medium size bowl.* Ratchet: *his hips are wiggling. what a catchy tune* ItsyBitsySpyers: //It ain't out yet when you are.// Shockbox: ((snacks are always a plus.)) Whirl: I regret my words immediately. Whirl: I never needed to see Rung like that. Shockwave: ((..ok but this just reminds me of rungs grandpa dancing on that cover)) Whirl: Wh--!? Starscream: haha Windchill: I've arrived at the wrong moment, haven't I? Whirl: *squints* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Satisfied?]] Airachnid: I could dance better than that. Whirl: Just when I think you can't do worse, Soundwave. You do. Whirl: And not that I DO dance, but if I did... I'd surely do better than THAT. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Never challenge him.]] Shockbox: (( that's a pretty good quark model tbh )) Shockwave: ((...i cant believe someone made a quark)) Windchill: *He hoped we were past these things.* FakeProwl: *oh. all right. prowl's watching this one.* Ratchet: Euuuugh. Can we go back to Whirl dancing. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Sadly not. It is difficult to find footage of that.]] agoodidstraction: Do me do me ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Next time, Wheeljack.]] Shockbox: *he looks around. perhaps he should just stick to the people he usually sits with in this new location?* Windchill: *He's going to sit down...somewhere.* Ratchet: We should get more--PROWL. Ratchet: *POINTS* FakeProwl: *and it's his dancing alternate again. pokerfaces.* Ratchet: That's MY Prowl! FakeProwl: For the record, I can't do that. Whirl: Damn right it's difficult. I don't dance. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Noted.]] Whirl: And, you DO realize telling me never to challenge you is going to be taken as a challenge? Shockwave: ((u sure abt that whirl)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Shockbox may sit anywhere he pleases.* Whirl: ((he is 1000% lying)) Shockwave: *...is that him* agoodidstraction: ?? Whirl: HA Shockbox: (( oh holy *** i've never seen a tfp shockwave model. )) FakeProwl: *oh hey it's his other boyfriend. will just ignore the shockwave next to him.* agoodidstraction: My mommy and daddy sure are good at dancing Shockwave: ((THE RARE TFP SHOCKWAVE DANCE)) Whirl: Not too shabby. Shockbox: (( can someone send me the link to that video so i can...watch it a million times over later?)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Might be wavering slightly on the spot. It is difficult not to join himself.* Whirl: Also... *will bob his head a Windchill; he is at a able with Airachnid. He is welcome to join, as well as any of the Usual Crowd* silentsoundy: --...-- Whirl: I'm gonna need more booze before the night's done though. Ratchet: How come I've never seen you dance, Hot Wheels? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Greetings, alternate. Seat yourself.]] Ratchet: *OR HAS HE mun can't remember* Shockbox: *he's staring at the screen, his head tilted. the snack bowl is cluched close to his abdomen.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It is a rare privilege.]] agoodidstraction: Whirl Whirl: Wheeljack. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave pings Prowl. Would he like to take the opposite end of the booth?* silentsoundy: --greetings. He won't be staying long, but he thanks you-- FakeProwl: *depends. how many shockwaves are over there.* Whirl: *actually kinda enjoys this, it's energetic without being a lot of SUGGESTIVE GYRATING* Shockbox: *this is... a bit hypnotic....* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Just the one, as far as he knows.* Whirl: *he'd much rather watch this* agoodidstraction: Wanna smoke with me? Shockbox: *yes, mine hasn't joined /yet/* Shockbox: *he was planning to, though.* Whirl: ........is that a joke. Cos, mech. I ain't in the mood. FakeProwl: *hmm. only one shockwave so far. but the other one is lurking around. and the problem with a booth is you can get boxed in and be unable to escape.* Whirl: 9(rip in pieces me, my bottle of whiskey is frozen shut)) agoodidstraction: Aw, c'mon FakeProwl: *negative ping. this time, he will sit with ratchet* Windchill: (( Omg not this one. )) Shockwave: *is just petting a birb and wondering how many times soundwave must have watched this if he knows it well enough to want to jump in* Airachnid: rip..)) Whirl: *swivels his helm around to stare at Wheeljack so he doesn't have to see this* No, seriously. How do you reckon I am gona smoke. Starscream: (( :( )) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Acknowledging ping.* Shockwave: ((very fitting and in character)) Shockbox: (( so much so. )) Whirl: ((HAHA I FORCED IT OPEN)) agoodidstraction: We could figure it out together ItsyBitsySpyers: *Many, many times.* Windchill: (( SO STRONK )) Whirl: ((the stronkest)) Whirl: I'd rather drink, but if you leave a cigar at the table, I'll TRY. Maybe. Bruin: *what a time to arrive, they'll just find an empty booth to pile in* Shockbox: *even if this is not /his/ lord megatron, he still finds this display...somewhat disrespectful.* Starscream: I wish I could find my Megatron doing this ItsyBitsySpyers: *Megatron is enjoying himself. What is disrespectful about that?* Starscream: Blackmail Shockwave: *i mean its canon he likes MLP so* Airachnid: you saying you have whiskey made me want to get my vodka rip)) Starscream: ((really)) agoodidstraction: Fine Shockbox: *i consider the shorts to be an alernate timeline that originated from g1* FakeProwl: ((anybody who shows off his MLP fanart on the bridge of his warship cannot be shamed by dancing to jpop)) Shockbox: *due to a certain reference in one of them.* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((they're actually canon to slendy's timeline. :) )) Shockwave: ((yeah i know hahah but FRANK WELKER VOICE ACTED IT)) Whirl: ((huehuehue airachnid)) Highgloss: Dear Unicron. Starscream: ((I will have to find this one day)) FakeProwl: ((after megatron died starscream had to clean out his weird self-insert pony paintings...)) FakeProwl: ((it was mildly traumatic)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Greetings, Doctor.]] silentsoundy: --he passes along a small container of silver to his Alternate then takes his leave-- Whirl: *he will hop up and approach the bar--is Ravage keeping it? He wants some of dat GAUGEBUSTER. In a huge glass* Shockbox: (( /rubs chin thoughtfully )) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave gives his alternate a bow. He'll be in contact.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage is at the bar. State what you want and pay up.* Shockbox: (( shockbox still takes his lord megatron overly seriously. not serious enough to be disgusted, but enough to not be thrilled at such a thing. )) agoodidstraction: Wow Shockbox: (( the dancing, i mean. )) Whirl: Gimme the tallest Gaugebuster you got. I've got Shanix if that's what you guys use in this dimension. Windchill: *DIVES IN to steal Whirl's seat, like a vulture.* Whirl: *WHAT A VULTURE* Ratchet: Hey, Hh--Ssssoundwave. Soundwave is there high grade. ItsyBitsySpyers: =Barter.= Infinite: This video messes me up ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave points over to Ravage at the bar.* Infinite: On a cosmic level Whirl: Well, whaddya want? ItsyBitsySpyers: =What do you have?= Whirl: I've got... hmm, no tinsel. Some filtered engex... *tilts his head as he goes over his subspace inventory* Shockbox: *aright, he's ready to join his alternate at the table now.* Shockwave: ((ravage: gimme the good *** *snorts tinsel*)) Windchill: *Sell him Windchill.* Ratchet: [[ does ravage still owe ratchet for tinsel i cannot remember ]] Whirl: ((THAT WAS CUTE)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i think he does. go get some booze)) Shockbox: *is his alternate capable of recieving him at the table?* Starscream: Well... that was interesting ItsyBitsySpyers: [[All right. It is time.]] Whirl: *pulls out a sealed cube of filtered engex--think medium-quality vodka* Whatever this'll get me. Infinite: history Infinite: ah yes Ratchet: *hop skips over to the bar* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage smells it. Hmm. All right. Under the bar it goes. Please hold while he mixes a Gaugebuster cube as big as his helm.* Ratchet: Heya, Whirl. Heyyyy, kitty. Highgloss: This was a good day until it wasn't. Airachnid: Well that's not unusual, Smokescreen messing something up. Whirl: *he will happily wait* ,,,are you already drunk, Ratchet? Infinite: survey says ItsyBitsySpyers: *Smokescreen yells "I LOVE this tape!" in the background.* Infinite: smokescreen Whirl: You seem pretty... loosey-goosey. And don't think I missed all those "Hot Wheels" either. Ratchet: [[ i completely forgot what smokescreen's voice sounds like i always just hear patters ]] Ratchet: Yep! Airachnid: same)) Whirl: Nice, mech. *nods approvingly* Shockwave: ((it literally extends into his crotch. alpha trion, why)) ItsyBitsySpyers: =Order?= Ravage asks as he passes over Whirl's. Infinite: Transformers Prime: Knockout unearths Smokescreen's hidden treasures Ratchet: *finger guns at Whirl* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Too bad he didn't find no brains.// Ratchet: You got some of that spicy stuff? Airachnid: [chuckling] Ratchet: *@ravage of course. not whirl.* Infinite: hhwhat ItsyBitsySpyers: =What is your offer?= Shockbox: *alright, he's officially joined the other shockwave.* Windchill: (( You know Whirl's got some of that spicy stuff. )) Ratchet: Two loads'a tinsel I already gave you. Shockbox: *he looks to chimera, assuming chimera is still there.* Infinite: turned out his lights is an awfully nice way of saying invasice surgery ItsyBitsySpyers: *Huff. He thought he could get away with cheating the medic. Fiiiiiine. One huge cube coming up.* boomtank: -just gonna wander in now- Ratchet: *GOOD* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Chimera is still there! They've settled into a nice closed-optic half-nap.* Starscream: Fragging medics Infinite: we get it ko we get it Windchill: That's...weird. Whirl: ((the spiciest B) )) FakeProwl: *look at Knock Out, being the first and only person to experiment with how the phase shifter actually works.* Whirl: *snickers* FakeProwl: *it's about time somebody did.* boomtank: ....that looked uncomfortable Whirl: Ratchet... *takes his cube in one claw and pats the mech with the other* Rock on. Shockwave: *nods curtly to his alternate and gestures down to the bird* This is Chimera. *...actually speaking somewhat quietly. is he trying not to distrub the beb, or being a courteous audience member?* Ratchet: Hehehe. You got it, friendo. Airachnid: Ew. Windchill: *Blinks, aghast.* Infinite: eheheheh Infinite: AHAHHAHAh Infinite: ...heh ItsyBitsySpyers: //...You okay there?// FakeProwl: ((friendo)) Whirl: *now returns to his--Windchill took his seat. He will sit next to Airachnid, tip his chain back, and maneuver his feet into Windchill's lap* Infinite: // love that Starscream laugh Ratchet: [[ a level below friendaroonie ]] Windchill: *He was hoping for a fight, but it seems he'll have to settle.* Windchill: Take a selfie with me, bro. Airachnid: At this moment, I pity Megatron. For being inside Smokescreen's helm. Shockwave: ((oh thats right this is the ep where i got really excited about Star Being Back and then ....... yeeeah)) Whirl: A whattie? Shockbox: *he nods back, his helm directed towards the strange creature. * One of Soundwave's, yes? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Agreed.]] FakeProwl: ((how do you evolve into a friendaroonie)) Shockwave: Indeed. Windchill: A selfie. FakeProwl: ((... why did i ask. obviously you max out friendship.)) Ratchet: [[ obviously ]] Shockbox: *is clearly resisting the urge to give pats.* Shockbox: Intriguing. Windchill: It's where we take pictures of ourselves. Whirl: *holds the cube under his helm, hunkering over his cube like some kind of horrid goblin* Whirl: Oh. Sure, if you wanna. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Chimera flicks a wing and turns to look up at their Creator. Is Creator talking about them?* Highgloss: This could have happened to anyone. Whirl: ((the seatblert)) Ratchet: *so about that giant cube of spicy stuff. has that been served* Infinite: combative pushing Windchill: *Giggles. Sorry, KO.* boomtank: Wouldn't that have killed him? Infinite: my favorite Infinite: aggressive FakeProwl: *you know what Prowl has been doing for the last few minutes? he's been watching Ratchet get drinks. that's a WAY better show than what recently ended in the show.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Smokescreen dissolves into laughter at his booth.* Airachnid: [she still can't believe that Smokescreen actually did this and was actually smart] Windchill: *He's mostly recovered, now.* boomtank: I mean, he now has a wall in his insides FakeProwl: *wow. look at that bargaining going on. yep.* Windchill: Okay, let's do it. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Negative. The wall matter was shifted away.]] Whirl: *SNRKS* Shockwave: *pats Chimera on the helm. look, theres an alternate here who wishes to also pet you* Infinite: wwwhhhAT Whirl: *uncurls a bit, looking up expectantly. Tell him where to put his head, Windchill, and he shall* boomtank: Huh. Okay, makes...sense? Kinda? Windchill: *Hold on, he has to dig his datapad out of subspace.* Windchill: *Maybe he'll put his head in YOUR space.* Shockbox: *he's sort of half paying attention to the documentary, but this personal interaction is of great interest to him too.* boomtank: ...... Whirl: *he'll bonk his head right up against Windchill's if he does that. AS IF HE'D GET SHOWN UP* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Chimera whistles a greeting to the Also Creator.* boomtank: Smokescreen... Airachnid: [Smokescreen voice] YOLO -jumps off Nemesis)) boomtank: Did you seriously...? Windchill: *HE SHOVES HIS HEAD INTO WHIRL'S PERSONAL SPACE.* Infinite: *saws vigorously on violin* ItsyBitsySpyers: "Yep!" Bruin: Oh thats unfortunate Whirl: ...*snickers at Airachnid. if you want a moment of Whirl "smiling" you've got your perfect opportunity* Infinite: *points* Infinite: that right there, Shockbox: *he stares at chimera, his helm tilting.* Starscream: How can he not tell them apart? Infinite: history worth recording Infinite: "Flyers, I need FLYERS!" Shockbox: *then, his voice even softer,* Greetings. Airachnid: [oh. that's actually somewhat precious] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Pleased puff!* ItsyBitsySpyers: <<Greetings, Creator!>> ItsyBitsySpyers: <<Chimera is functional.>> Whirl: ((omfg)) ItsyBitsySpyers: //Owch.// Windchill: *Takes picture mid-gasp.* Ratchet: *right okay back to wherever Prowl's sitting with the big cube of spice* Buzzstrike: ...poor Vehicon :( Windchill: *Now his stupid face has been preserved forever.* FakeProwl: *turns back to the show, nods to Ratchet* Shockbox: I am not your, ah- *he looks to his alternate for some help.* Whirl: *there we go; Leans back again and takes a sip of his drink* What didja need one of those for? Windchill: Because I wanted it. Ratchet: *nods* Windchill: *He's going to examine the selfie for blinking and/or photobombers.* Infinite: nYYep nyip Whirl: *nods; this seems satisfactory* ... *did Wheeljack leave him a cy-gar lie he said he woud* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Chimera tilts their helm and hops on their birdy legs a few times. What? Of course he is.* Starscream: Monsters Ratchet: *and then, tips his cube back and chugs half of it* Windchill: *But the only flaw is his stupid face.* Shockwave: *inclines helm* Chimera's recognition protocols do not distinguish between alternates. *and explaining doesn't help* Whirl: ((*** chimera 2 CUTE. STAHP)) agoodidstraction: Uhhh Windchill: *He taps the datapad, smirking.* That's a memory to cherish, that. agoodidstraction: *yes he did* boomtank: Trap Infinite: Starscream, show us your- Windchill: *And now you can't get it back, either.* Shockbox: I see. *he returns to chimera, but continues to speak to his alternate.* And it was you who created Chimera? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[A clever one at that.]] boomtank: Yup Infinite: and he is also running, in the place Whirl: *sets his cube down momentarily and plucks up the cy-gar* Well. Let me know next time you want one, mech. ... @Windchill: And send me a copy? Airachnid: Oh look, my alternate. Windchill: @Whirl: A copy of this one? Whirl: *then he's gonna just. Shove the cy-gar directly into one of the triangular vents sticking up out of his shoulder* boomtank: Nah. You think? Whirl: @Windchill: Yep. The one you just did. *the vent slats pinch it a bit, and Whirl inhales deeply... and then exhales smoke out of the other shoulder. It looks Weird as Hell* Airachnid: [she's just, going to stare at Whirl for a moment] agoodidstraction: *stares* Shockbox: (( i love how he just sort of struts out. )) agoodidstraction: There, see. Ya did it Whirl: ((OMFG HAHAHA)) Windchill: *He thinks Whirl is starting to look a little more like Satan with every passing moment, but nods.* Windchill: (( I love this episode. )) FakeProwl: *grudging acknowledgment of the intelligence behind Starscream's plan. Cobbled all this together from meager resources.* Shockwave: *slight helm shake. no, not him* Another incarnation, since... removed from the equation. *wont speak of it in terms that might upset the construct* FakeProwl: *but of course he stopped to boast.* Whirl: *inhales again, deeply, and holds it* Hmm. Not bad, Wheeljack. Can't taste it, but I can... I can feel it. Y'know? Cold and heavy. *taps his chest idly* Nice. ItsyBitsySpyers: *It's what makes him hard to put down for long.* Whirl: *the exhales again* Airachnid: [she's never seen someone without a facial intake smoke] Ratchet: Hoo. That's an angry Optimus. agoodidstraction: It's good stuff Infinite: they just look at each other like Whirl: You weren't joking! ItsyBitsySpyers: *Chimera doesn't know what Shockwave means, so all is well for now.* Infinite: "..." agoodidstraction: Hahahaha Shockbox: *he places a hand on top of his chest in a gesture of complementation.* Whirl: ((it...... doesn't have any side effects that a normal cigar wouldn;'t, does it. it's not cyber weed is it)) Shockbox: (( *holds boob thoughtfully*)) Shockwave: (love this entire scene why did patch immediately ruin this)) Starscream: someone shoot him, he's almost as bad as my Megatron agoodidstraction: ((it's wheeljack it is always cyber weed hahahaha)) boomtank: Isn't Knock Out the only medic? Windchill: *Windchill frowns in DISAPPROVAL of this new habit wafting about, and unspools a hardline cable from his wrist to connect to his datapad.* Whirl: ((I SHOULD HAVE ASKED THIS BEFORE HE SMOKED IT RIP ME)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You are too late, Starscream. Ours is very dead.]] Windchill: (( U DEAD )) FakeProwl: ((I do like how fvcked up and dark Patch is, but god. let Starscream have more badass competent moments.)) Whirl: *is gonna alternate sipping his delicious drink and taking a drag of his cy-gar* agoodidstraction: ((RIP)) Airachnid: The one in my universe is alive. But, at least mine is tolerable. Starscream: I'm alive, obviously Whirl: Unfortunately. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[And yes. Knock Out was our main medic.]] Whirl: ((PROWL R U LOOKIN)) Whirl: (U WATCHNG KO LIMBER UP)) Starscream: excuse me! ItsyBitsySpyers: *SUDDEN THOUGHT. Pings Prowl like hell* FakeProwl: ((HE'S WATCHING)) Whirl: Oops. Did I say that out loud? Snickers and takes another sip* FakeProwl: *what? what's the ping f-- oh. oh.* Shockbox: Chimera... *He raises his hand for the other to see.* ...Would you enjoy a, ah. Windchill: *NOW he can transfer the glorious SELFIE and send it to Whirl.* boomtank: Then why would you leave him in the wall? FakeProwl: *thanks for the warning. stands. heads to the door. he's gonna get some fresh air.* Whirl: ((come smoke some of my cybe weed prowl. it'll chill u out)) Shockbox: *completely trails off. how does he word this.* FakeProwl: ((no. it came from a jerk.)) Starscream: *Starscream is going to look away, too similar to what he has endured in the past* Ratchet: [[ have some spicy energon prowl it's good stuff ]] Shockwave: *waits expectantly, watching alternate* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Company needed? Rumble can keep. Whirl: ! *he will save the image. Quietly. Privately. Nobody will have any knowledge of his sentimentality* Windchill: (( Everyone here is a JERK except Chimera and Zori so.)) Ratchet: [[ get DRUNK ]] Whirl: ((they are Angels)) FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Just tell me when it's over.» ItsyBitsySpyers: *Chimera chirps and watches the hand.* Whirl: *speaking of minicons... Whirl perks up and looks for the twins; where is his Usual Crowd?* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: Acknowledged. Windchill: (( They are perfection. )) boomtank: ...What... Airachnid: This is just... embarassing. Infinite: I am the Megatron of Christmas past Shockwave: *the less he has to watch star gyrate the better* FakeProwl: *hm. he's never actually seen the outside of Soundwave's club before.* Whirl: ...*wow this is familiar to him too; luckily his inner mental sanctum wasn't QUITE as embarrassing* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((Please everyone take note of the fact that Starscream's Happy Safe Mental Place has just disappeared.)) Infinite: Ebonezer Starscream, repent from your foul ways FakeProwl: ((*takes serious note*)) Whirl: ...*drinks more* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble bounces up onto wherever Whirl is sitting. Frenzy is... somewhere.* boomtank: -don't mind Blaster going back to his data pad- Windchill: *He's barely paying attention.* Whirl: *will happily bob his head to Rumble* Hey, mech. Wanna sip? *wiggles the cube mischeivously* boomtank: -this makes him uncomfortable- Shockbox: ....A copious amount of stroking upon your back? *oh god he's bad at these things. he can only hope chimera gets what he means.* Whirl: ((they broke out the big chops for this animation)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *The outside of the buliding has no windows and is relatively unmarked save for the sign over the door. Canyon not far off, a storage shed and a huge, HUGE complex of minicon housing out back* Infinite: And the Megatron of Christmas present ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble eyes the cube and snorts.* //What, ya think I can't recognize our own stuff?// ItsyBitsySpyers: < Whirl: Hey, *I* chugged it with a sense of taste. *pauses to inhale, then exhale; vapors curl from his opposite shoulder* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((hm it's eating my chimera marks)) Whirl: ((livestream as ur master I command you to STOP)) ItsyBitsySpyers: >>Pets? Yes please!<< Shockbox: (( oh noes. )) Windchill: Whirl's trying to give you his cooties, Rumble. Whirl: ((i drank all my whiskey... bottle is empty0) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Hop hop hop lower head chirp* Bruin: *isnt sure whether to laugh at starscream or leave, so he's just sitting very still, occasionally twitching* Whirl: *nods solemnly* I am. ItsyBitsySpyers: //I got plenty of my own cooties.// He snickers. Windchill: *He knows, he has done the same.* boomtank: Not really, with Megatron Starscream: I need a drink Airachnid: You tried of offline him several times Starscream... boomtank: )) Shockbox: *barely visible, but still visible relief. * ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave points Starscream to the bar.* FakeProwl: *alright, he's looked around all he cares to. he's found an interesting bit of ground to sit on. he'll wait here.* Shockwave: *hands settle casually on the table. not enough birb for two to pet* Shockbox: *curious pets.* boomtank: ((Blaster did not say that, he's still trying to ignore this with reading ItsyBitsySpyers: *Oh! Birb can fix that.* Windchill: *WHAT NOW?* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Chimera hops back out of reach and - EXPLODES. Then reforms as a feline.* Shockbox: *straightens up in surprise.* Whirl: Well. *tips the cube in a mock-toast* Offer still stands. *looks to Airachnid* You want some? This stuff's hot enough to strip your fuel upmp. ItsyBitsySpyers: *There. Now there is plenty of cat back to pat.* Shockwave: *does not react like this is strange* Whirl: *pump Buzzstrike: o.o Infinite: "Starscream, you're an idiot" the epic poem Infinite: elogy? whatever they're called Airachnid: [puts her hand servo up] No thank you, I do not drink high grade. Shockwave: *scritches kitty hindquarters* Shockbox: .......This is a common occurence, I suppose? *he's going to keep petting despite his surprise. is growing ever more curious.* Whirl: *nods* More for me, then! *pours a great deal into his intake and then tips his head back, heron-like, to swlalow* ItsyBitsySpyers: //I thought eulogy was sayin' a buncha nice lies about dead mechs.// Windchill: He's going to wait for Whirl to finish and THEN elbow him.* Shockwave: Chimera's physiology is unique. Whirl: This is probably the nicest stuff anyone could say about THIS guy. *snrks--and then looks to Windchill, tilting his head quizzically* ItsyBitsySpyers: <<Chimera has three modes! Chimera does not want to change now.>> Windchill: More pictures. *Shoves the datapad in his FACE.* Infinite: yess drag starscream Whirl: Now? *deep drag on his cygarette* Shockbox: An avian, a feline....*He gets behind the ear, his handless arm gently rubbing against the other side of the head.* ....and the third? Shockbox: *whether his alternate or chimera themself responded, it did not matter.* Windchill: Don't be silly, I'm not in it. *He's holding it too close, FORGIVE.* FakeProwl: ((*long sigh* I could write an essay about this episode)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Content rumbling.* <<Chimera is snake.>> FakeProwl: ((i'm pretty sure i HAVE written essays about this episode)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((if you ever do, i wanna read it)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((...i think you did)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((but. if you ever write more.)) Shockwave: ((theres plenty of essays about this episode tbh)) Windchill: Look at THIS picture. *You really should, it's EGG.* My progeny. FakeProwl: ((starscream ur a shiit and a dick but u deserve better)) FakeProwl: ((all the same ur torture is fascinating)) Shockwave: ((i love the patch itself)) Shockbox: /hm/. *he's clearly interested.* Whirl: *pushes his face against it* ...! Is that...? *looks to Windchill questioningly* Whirl: Do you know what it's gonna be yet? As far as alt-mode goes? Can you tell that sort of thing before it hatches? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave once again hoping nobody will pay attention to the bad parts of the patch* Whirl: ((how dare u show whirl a baby when he's drunk and getting high)) Bruin: *twitching* Windchill: (( AHAHAHA. )) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Laserbeak sees Bruin twitching. She'll go perch on whatever furniture he's chosen for a seat* ItsyBitsySpyers: *No one is in danger while they are in Soundwave's presence.* Shockbox: *usually these streams are the best for their educational value.* Windchill: No...I just know it's alive. Whirl: Neat. *he's being enthusiastic. He leans to the side and elbows first Rumble, then Airachnid* Look! An egg. Shockbox: *but he's not paying much attention to it, for once. * Airachnid: [glances at the picture for a moment and then goes back to watching the screen] FakeProwl: *querying ping @soundwave. is the patch STILL going?* boomtank: -He's ignoring the patch all together- Windchill: *Look at this dark almond shaped catastrophe.* Shockwave: *petting small beings can do that to a mech* Airachnid: [though Whirl smoking made her want to pull out one of her own cygs] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave confirms and provides details of what's been happening in the outside-the-patch land* Bruin: *oh hello birrb, spotter'ss not here so Lazer beak can perch on the head if she wants* Airachnid: [she lights one and takes a drag] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble snorts and looks at the picture.* Whirl: *takes another deep drag; he started this in a bad mood but man. He' Whirl: s feeling much better. Must be the booze* Whirl: Any idea when it'll hatch? Shockbox: (( i just realized....shockbox barely goes up to alder's knee and they're sitting at the same table.)) ItsyBitsySpyers: //Fliers don't lay eggs, mech. That's jus' - holy frag, it IS an egg.// Shockbox: (( shockbox is sitting on top of the table, maybe? )) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Laserbeak perches on Bruin's helm instead then. A good fine spot. Take that, Spotter.* Windchill: (( Maybe it's just a poop, we don't know. )) ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Patch ended.) FakeProwl: *that's a very long period to focus on the patch* Shockwave: ((...a good concern)) FakeProwl: *acknowledging ping, heads back in* Airachnid: I'm waiting for this to go sour. Airachnid: Never mess with sparktwins. Windchill: Not really. These things take time. A lot of it. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Damn straight.// FakeProwl: @Soundwave «They spent an entire episode on that? Was it shadowplay or interrogation?» Whirl: *SNICKERS* THAT flier does. Bruin: *nice. Birb on head is a good distraction* Shockwave: *has observed that Prowl never remains in the room when certain things are on screen* Windchill: What?! Whirl: Well, let me know when it does, mech. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Intense interrogation, emotional control. Shockbox: (( he could be sitting, chimera's head overtaking his entire lap. that'd be cute. )) Whirl: Well, okay, you didn't LAY the egg, right? You helped make it though. Shockwave: ((omg....)) FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Psychological torture?» Windchill: Yeah, I did the fun part. *He subspaces the datapad, that's probably enough for one night.* I' Windchill: ll let you know. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Not worst example known. Confirmed regardless. Whirl: *nods cheerfully* Shockbox: *is such a smallwave.* Whirl: *VERY good mood. It's getting better by the second* Shockwave: *the smollestwave he's met, certainly* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «It doesn't have to be the worst psychological torture ever to qualify.» Windchill: (( LAY OFF THE ROBOWEED WHIRL. )) Whirl: ((HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW OK)) Whirl: ((NOBODY WARNED HIM)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *...He just said it qualified. He is confused by what sounded like a correction.* Windchill: (( How many people are getting it secondhand from being in his general vicinity, THAT is the question. )) FakeProwl: *it was the way he downplayed it before he confirmed it* Whirl: ((ariachnid is in The Dank Zone probably. Maybe Rumble* FakeProwl: *"not worst example known" was an irrelevant addendum.* Shockbox: *ah, boxyverse. where everybody is a smol.* Whirl: *looks to Rumble* So do any of YOU guys lay eggs? You said fliers don't, ina way that seemed to ply others DO. Whirl: *imply Bruin: *soundwave will be happy to know Bruin brought his own snacks rather than eating servingwear this time* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He thought it relevant since he's the one who did the worst* Infinite: dreadwing as an autobot... ItsyBitsySpyers: *Chimera is in power conservation mode now.* Starscream: Fliers in my verse can, it depends who they mate with Shockbox: (( they do have mechanisms for changing one's size in that universe. perhaps i should bring that into these streams at some point.)) Infinite: the thought kills me that it could have happened, every day Bruin: *he's eating a long cable like a twizzler* ItsyBitsySpyers: *And Soundwave IS happy about that* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Nah. No eggs here. Jus' wildlife maybe.// FakeProwl: *ratchet appears to have gone home. hmm. sit alone?* Whirl: *glances to Starscream and... just nods. Wow. Did they just have a cordial moment?* Whirl: *DID THEY JUST... INTERACT POLITELY??? Cyberweed is a hell of a drug* Shockbox: *casually resting his hand on Chimera's head. he's focused on the documentary again.* FakeProwl: *... walks up to bruin. waits quietly to see if he'll be invited to sit with.* Airachnid: The green Autobot sure is a dim one isn't he? Whirl: Hmm. *duly noted* Yeah. He's kinda... he's clearly a FIGHTER, not a thinker. boomtank: ... Shockwave: *please. as if all of them werent war criminals by the time this ended* Whirl: But, he's damn good at fighting. Shockwave: *autobot hypocrisy at its finest* Windchill: *Rolls his eyes a little.* Airachnid: [rolls her optics] Bruin: *oh, he'll just gesture to the other end of the booth* Plenty of room if ya want Airachnid: Optimus Prime, the great communicator. Whirl: *takes another long, long drag. And another long, long drink* FakeProwl: *nods; sits with.* Shockwave: ((such short lived happiness lmao)) boomtank: ....-sighs- Windchill: Good grief. Whirl: Anyway. Eggs makes a lot of sense, if you think about it. Whirl: ...*realizes he's somewhat lost the thread of the show* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave shakes his helm. He knows what's coming up and he disagrees with it mightily.* Windchill: *Snorts.* Whirl: ... Whirl: Oh, damn. Is Starscream about to die? *perks up* Windchill: Ohhhh my god. Whirl: Well, damn. Whirl: *waves a claw at the screen* What can I say? Decepticons. Shockwave: *in fairness, dreadwing -also- betrayed them at this point, but he cannot bring himself to disagree* Airachnid: I would welcome that sight. Starscream: *not looking* Windchill: *Shrugs.* Infinite: :'( Bruin: Thats a shame Airachnid: Oh, I wish he offlined him. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Small plating flare. A waste of a good Decepticon.* Starscream: What????? Whirl: *snickers at Airachnid* boomtank: ...that would be Megatron Shockwave: I cannot believe this bumbling was actually successful. Shockbox: *ah, bickering.* Windchill: Um. Whirl: PFFT. Airachnid: Ah, so brilliant. Shockwave: *long-suffering vent* Whirl: Also typical Decepticons. *mock-toasts the screen* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Neither can he. And yet it was.]] boomtank: Oh...wow... FakeProwl: ((the best part is how they immediately get self-congratulatory.)) Windchill: NOOOOOOOOO really? FakeProwl: (("ah yes we're SO smart.")) Shockwave: *scoffs at 'magic'* Windchill: *He can only writhe so much without dislodging Whirl's feet but HE' Windchill: S GIVING IT ALL HE'S GOT.* FakeProwl: ... I'm sorry, did they say they hammered their bridge into a far more powerful upgrade. FakeProwl: They whacked it into a higher technology. boomtank: Yup Starscream: ((like the sims)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[The Forge of Solus Prime can be used to create anything the wielder has the knowledge to recreate.]] Windchill: Hey, sometimes you have to beat the scrap out of things. Buzzstrike: Percussive maintenance at its best Windchill: Some people think it makes us stronger. FakeProwl: ... How. Infinite: stupid huge sword Windchill: Builds CHARACTER. Windchill: ... Windchill: What's he compensating for? FakeProwl: Also, you're telling me that your Optimus knows how to build space bridges and forge mountain-splitting blades? boomtank: No idea Airachnid: Watch that ideology fade quickly. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[No. Our Optimus knows nothing. He is dead.]] boomtank: Hmn? Whirl: *takes one last, long inhale and then reaches up to pluck the spent cy-gar from his vent and set it on the table. Whirl has sunk down into his seat* Infinite: same Whirl: *he is one contented helicopter. His engine is making a very faitn purring noise* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[But he did know. Perhaps the information was held within the Matrix. He did not have the opportunity to ask.]] boomtank: I think most timelines are down an Optimus Starscream: language Shockwave: ((speaking of essays i wrote an essay about this scene)) Shockbox: (( is this the part where they use the bomb.)) FakeProwl: *waves off the nitpicking over tenses.* So he didn't have to know himself—just be connected to a sufficiently knowledgable database? Shockwave: ((and how the cinematography paints the autobots as bad guy aggressors murdering everyone)) Airachnid: Well he does have a chronic case of self-mayrterdom. Whirl: ((lord. "THE DECPTICONS MIGHT USE THE ENERGON HARVESTER AS A WEAPON!! IT'S SO BAD!!! but we can do it)) Whirl: ((it's ok if we do it)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Most likely.]] Windchill: *Puts his gross yaoi hands on Whirl's feet and waits to see if it's noticed.* Windchill: (( :') )) Whirl: *if he notices, he does't seem to mind* FakeProwl: So, conceivably, somebody with a grafted-on Prime's arm and a mental uplink to a datanet with a wide variety of instructional tutorials could whack anything into existence. boomtank: He does. It's annoying. Whirl: Pfft. Sunds BORING, prowl. Windchill: I can whack things into existence. Whirl: Useful, but boring. Building things is SUPPOSED to take time. Time, and pride. And... *waves a claw, vaguely* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[No.]] Infinite: sword makes gun sounds Windchill: *Case in point: egg.* Whirl: FINESSE. And... and CRAFTSMANSHIP. ...*looks to Windchill* Your Junxy doesn't count. Shockbox: *is this a battle, or a slaughtering?* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[The Forge is not unlimited. Most have been drained or destroyed.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[But that is for another night.]] Shockwave: ((i never noticed how much the same like 3 sounds effects get reused)) Windchill: I daresay I used some finesse on him, though. FakeProwl: Hmm. So they could create anything, but no everything, before running out of power? Whirl: *exaggerated gagging noise* FakeProwl: Are they rechargeable? Windchill: *You're welcome.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He does not know. Solus Prime has been dead eons.]] boomtank: Wait Shockwave: ((your heroes, everyone)) boomtank: What Whirl: ((i tried to like you, smokescreen)) Starscream: that's... horrible Infinite: spark extractor, all powerful artifact, Shockbox: *oh, hey, look. hypocrisy.* Infinite: kills a whole buncha vehicons boomtank: ....... Airachnid: [welcome to the Autobots] Whirl: I will never become aroused again, because of what you just said. So thanks a lot, Windchill. FakeProwl: ... Have you ever met a Solus Prime? Shockbox: (( all decepticons in the chat room are just *instantly smug* )) Windchill: (( I wouldn't have much a problem with them using it if it weren't for the hypocrisy. )) Whirl: ((as if they're any better tho LOL)) Whirl: ((right after the ep where we watched them psycholoigcally torture one of their own :) )) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...In a sense.]] Shockwave: *but that isnt painted as good and right)) Windchill: (( Conclusion: everyone is poo. )) Starscream: At least we don't pretend we're above such tactics Whirl: ((point--and yes, everyone is poo)) FakeProwl: ((the Decepticons sure think they did the right thing there. ... except starscream. he probably didn't enjoy it.)) boomtank: Did they seriously just flatten the sparks of all those there? Airachnid: Yes. Whirl: Pfft, did *I* ever claim to be? I ran with the Wreckers, mech. Ain't NONE of us pretended we were saints. Windchill: I'll remember you said that, Whirl. FakeProwl: ((in fact i'm gonna go out on a limb and say starscream definitely didn't enjoy it.)) Whirl: I'd use a spark extractor in a second. Whirl: *ALMOST DID ACTUALY. ...ON SOMEONE HE WANTED TO HELP THO. IT'S COMPLICATED* Starscream: You're supposed to be the exception Shockwave: *a small pulse of appreciation for his native soundwave. different universe, still basically the most competent person around* Windchill: An exception sanctioned by the rest of the Autobots. Whirl: Who, me? Whirl: Pfft. Starscream: yes, you Whirl: I'm not the worst Autobot to ever live, but I'm not the best, either. Starscream: you look like one of the worst Shockbox: *soundwaves are most usually very fine specimens, yes.* Infinite: let the little squirts bite it boomtank: .... Infinite: they only last like what? 80 yrs anyway Windchill: NO. Windchill: *They're just baby humans how dare you.* Shockbox: (( only a few more episodes until season 3? )) Infinite: Weighing consequences is part of my job ItsyBitsySpyers: ((this is the last one tonight and next week is S3 beginning)) Windchill: *He just gives her a vaguely horrified look, some of it may be feigned.* Whirl: And you... look like a twig. I rest my case. Shockbox: (( yes.....good....)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[And he will not hear lectures about these three humans. They became combatants when they interfered with the war and terminated Decepticons.]] Shockwave: ((then my BOYFRIENDS BACK HES GONNA SAVE MY REPUTATION HEY NA HEY NA MY SHOCKWAVES BACK)) Whirl: Besides, the worst Autobot was Tyrest . ***. Infinite: three humans over a 'con controlled Cybertron? I'm cool with that ItsyBitsySpyers: *Since apparently someone had a problem with him threatening them in the past* Infinite: (( LOL )) Whirl: I hate that guy. D'you know he wore A CAPE? ugh. Windchill: So did Alpha Trion. Airachnid: I told you the "Stop Megatron at all costs" ideology wouldn't last long. Whirl: I only wish I'd been there to see him die. But no, I was off buggering about Luna-1. boomtank: Prime boomtank: No Shockwave: *weak and insensible* Infinite: ugh Starscream: Personally I hate my verse's Hot Shot most, but whatever Infinite: ugh worst decision ever Whirl: ((YEEE SHOCKWAVE TIUME, AND THEN.... DURGONS)) Shockwave: ((so many dagrons)) Shockbox: (( shockwave time is my favorite time. )) Shockbox: (( and in my house, it's all the time. )) Whirl: He was the WORST. And like I said--CAPE. Whirl: Tyrest almost killed half our population. Regardless of faction. boomtank: -sigh- Optimus. Seriously? Bruin: Whats 3 humns for the entire fragging planet? That's so... Starscream: Okay, he wins boomtank: Idiotic ItsyBitsySpyers: *Blaster, stop making him agree with you. It's getting frightening.* Windchill: Um. Whirl: *nods and makes a mock-toast to Starscream in agreement* Shockwave: *if it helps, you were here first. he's the one agreeing with you* Windchill: *He just looks disgusted with everything.* boomtank: -oops?- Shockbox: *this entire end season has been pretty full of nonsense tbh.* Airachnid: [she's just smoking her cyg and staring at the ceiling] Shockwave: ((just gets worse from here)) Whirl: ((yeah this is the season that lost me)) Airachnid: [her universe Autobots are so annoying] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it gets more entertaining to me)) boomtank: -But, hey, he's been dealing with politics recently, so...- Whirl: ((prime... u hadd promise....)) Shockwave: ((well... i like some things more and hate some things more hahah)) Windchill: (( I enjoy it despite its flaws but my muse...is a boob. )) Whirl: *nudges Windchill's stommac with one foot, tilting his head qquestioningly. He's still making that low, constant engine purr* Shockbox: (( season three is actually my favorite season, but only because shockwave is in it. )) Airachnid: fun fact: I only watched season 3 to see if Smokescreen would live and to see if I would see Airachnid again)) Shockwave: ((the bad/ridic bits are moreso lets say... exaggerated)) Airachnid: and look how that turned out)) Shockbox: (( i was....too enraptured by him to thoroughly analyze the writing...)) Whirl: ((This is all new to me so I haven't see season 3)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((is prowl working on a very long 'how the heck did you meet solus' or is soundwave out of hot water on that one)) Whirl: ((but so far end of season 2, my impression is: MEDIOCREEEE)) FakeProwl: ((I missed your reply)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((yo the audio is cutting out)) FakeProwl: ((lemme check for it)) Infinite: *fins perk up at the mention of politics* Whirl: ((paused. was the audio messin for anyoe else?)) Airachnid: yeah it was for me)) Shockwave: ((i hate Deus Ex Machina Trump Card Optimus)) Starscream: ((yeh)) Shockbox: (( yeah it's lagging bad. )) Shockwave: ((and yes it stuttered for me)) Windchill: (( I'm having some intermittent troubles. )) Bruin: ((yep super choppy)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((can you rewind a minute or two?)) boomtank: ow)) FakeProwl: *"in a sense" means "yes"* Do you have Solus's contact information? Whirl: ((sorry my dudes. it's probably my connection, my computer's not the issue...)) Whirl: ((how's it runnin?)) FakeProwl: *look Prowl doesn't care how you met. Solus knows more about how the Hammer of Make All Things Works so he's going to the source to ask questions.* FakeProwl: ((it froze here too.)) boomtank: -He's reading details of a treaty right now, actually- FakeProwl: ((i just paused/unpaused. is the video paused right now?)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Yes. He believes it is known as "The Matrix."]] Whirl: ((ok, everyone refresh. I've got it paused)) Whirl: ((gonna move my cursor around, lemme know when u see it dancing)) Windchill: (( I SEEEEE YOUUUUU. )) FakeProwl: ((i see cursor!)) Whirl: ((pet de eradicons)) Buzzstrike: it's moving! ItsyBitsySpyers: ((icu)) Shockwave: ((all good)) Whirl: ((WE ROLLIN, any good?)) FakeProwl: ... Do you have the contact information of a Solus that I don't have to hardline a Prime to talk to? boomtank: wooo)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Negative.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave points to the screen.* Whirl: *glances briefly over at Soundwave and Prowl, apparently interested in their convo* Whirl: *but he says nothing* FakeProwl: *oh well. it was worth a try.* boomtank: ...not gonna lie, but that would be useful Whirl: ((if everyone who was Matrix compatible had a "patron prime" whirl's would 10000% be solus)) Airachnid: [she's just staring at the ceiling, she can only handle so much Autobot hypocrisy in one night] FakeProwl: ... I'm sorry, now you have a LASER that can SHOOT things into existing? Shockwave: ((by our universes standards thatd make whirl a femme)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He told you of it months ago.]] agoodidstraction: *wakes up* Oops Whirl: ((he wouldn't care if folks called him a "she" he'd roll with it)) FakeProwl: I didn't realize it was a LASER. Whirl: I'm all for the fun that MAKES things. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It is not a - he does not understand what it is. It is not a LASER.]] Whirl: *gun Shockwave: *the reaction manifests as visible energy. how is this so surprising* FakeProwl: Your universe has brought the art of percussive maintenance to the pinnacle of its potential. Windchill: It's some kind of magic beam. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Thank you.]] Whirl: *SNICKERS* Shockwave: It is not magic. Whirl: You guys... y'all. You fellas. Have a WEIRD dimension. FakeProwl: Do you happen to have a bomb that cyberforms cities. Whirl: Weird, I tell you. *shakes his head* boomtank: That...wow... Windchill: If it's science that I don't have an understanding or explanation for, it's magic to me. agoodidstraction: so it happened like this for a lot of timelines? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Why is your first question a -bomb-?]] Airachnid: I remember the Omega Lock being used. Whirl: Nah, not at all. Shockwave: ((im skippy :'( )) Airachnid: It was quite a sight. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ye it froze/skip)) Buzzstrike: and video's locked up again Shockwave: ((its back now tho)) Smokescreen: :OO Airachnid: OK so it's not me then)) Shockbox: (( oh hey smokey. )) Smokescreen: DANGIT I MISSED THE TIME WITH ME STEALING FROM MEGS boomtank: Optimus...what... Whirl: ((running or no??)) Smokescreen: ..... oh this part FakeProwl: I was trying to imagine the next step up from "hammers" and "lasers" in terms of tools that you don't expect to spontaneously generate complex structures. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it's running here)) Whirl: In our world, something called the D-Void di a bunch of stuff, there was a Deceptigod, the Matrix did something weird, and Cybertron was reborn in a primitive state. Shockbox: (( completely frozen for me. )) Whirl: I sttill have no idea what really happened. Shockwave: ((fine for me)) Whirl: ((refresh?)) FakeProwl: ((stuttery here)) Shockwave: ((...and now the sounds out.)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((n/m it froze again)) boomtank: stuttering)) Shockwave: (GDI MAKE UP UR MIND)) FakeProwl: ((and either paused or frozen)) Windchill: (( REfreshing helps a litle. My net was being a blockhead already today though. )) Buzzstrike: annnd stopped again boomtank: and out)) Whirl: ((paused. gonna rewind. Lemme know when u see my curosr)) Buzzstrike: *is maybe not meant to find out what happened while his cohort were in stasis under Darkmount* Airachnid: I see cursor but the noise is practically demonic)) Whirl: ((it should be silent and paused)) Airachnid: nvermind it chilled out)) Shockbox: (( finally un-frozen. )) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it's still going on my end hold on)) Windchill: (( I refreshed again and now it looks normal. )) Shockwave: ((wow it only just NOW got to pause for me lmao)) FakeProwl: Allow me to rephrase my question. Shockbox: (( nope now it's paused, so kinda frozen. )) Buzzstrike: cursor is moving very skippity boomtank: wooo)) FakeProwl: Do you have any other tools that based on their outward structure and visual design would appear to be destructive but that are also unexpectedly adept at repairing or creating complex objects? ItsyBitsySpyers: ((okay cursor moving. COME ON LS it's only like 11 more minutes)) Whirl: ((u have one prowl. it's called "a Whirl")) FakeProwl: *if he's going to complain about a bomb being the example* Whirl: ((OK WE GOIN)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave looks up as if thinking about it* Whirl: ((runnin?)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *...Points at Rumble and Frenzy?* Windchill: (( So far so good! )) Smokescreen: ............ Smokescreen: ....... this part Shockwave: ((i see bouncy cursor)) Smokescreen: oh Smokescreen: i missed- i missed a lot boomtank: Optimus. Shockbox: (( cursor is good. )) Smokescreen: optimus.... Windchill: Really. boomtank: Seriously Shockwave: ((its a heart)) FakeProwl: *snorts* I was asking more about /insentient/ ones, but very well. Whirl: ((ye :3c)) Shockbox: (( d'aw. )) Whirl: ((i've started running it on my end it should start te show proper soon)) Windchill: Oh my god. Smokescreen: ............ Smokescreen: and we're about to end for the night aren't we Smokescreen: Dangit I missed everything Airachnid: Yes you did. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[There is a little time left.]] Whirl: *shrugs* Whirl: It's not like Cybertron was doing anyone any good. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It could have.]] Shockwave: *antennae tilt backwards* Whirl: Yeah, but "could have" doesn't count for much. Smokescreen: But it would have! ItsyBitsySpyers: ((*SOBBING NOISES*)) boomtank: .... Shockbox: *if he had brows to be furrowed, they would be furrowing.* Whirl: Lotsa things "could have" been. Starscream: maybe Shockwave: ((dis ratch tho)) Shockbox: *or tiltable antennae, for that matter.* Whirl: ((JEFFREY..... COMBS!!!!)) Airachnid: [she's glad that this didn't happen in her universe] boomtank: Sorry, but I'm with Ratchet on this Airachnid: Likewise. Windchill: (( Let me know when it ends I give up. )) Airachnid: Who cares about Earth. Whirl: ((IS IT MESSING UP again??)) Shockwave: ((no its fine)) Whirl: I'd do it just to deny Megatron, personally. Starscream: ((not for me)) Smokescreen: ..... Whirl: I'd rather him have NO planets than TWO planets. Windchill: (( I think it's just me, the weather is probably knocking me out. )) Shockwave: ((best its run all night even the chats not laggy)) boomtank: And no home!? Windchill: (( I've seen this before tho. )) Whirl: Who cares about home? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He did. Many of us did.]] Whirl: Cybertron's not special. FakeProwl: *... their home is not worth the home of the humans.* Whirl: Well, you're overly-sentimental, then. agoodidstraction: My Megatron just got Earth Shockwave: *the home of the humans is not worth their home* Starscream: My Cybertron was never so damaged that any of this was necessary ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Where do you propose he lives? On Unicron's shell?]] FakeProwl: *there are more humans than Cybertronians; and humans are less likely to use a restored home as a secure base from which they can try to conquer/destroy the universe.* Starscream: Our war was mostly fought off planet Shockbox: *definitely agreeing with all these pro-cybertron vibes everybody else is giving off.* Whirl: In space. Wherever you find yourself. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He did. He tired of it.]] FakeProwl: *reluctantly agrees with Optimus's decision to hinder Cybertron's restoration in order to save Earth.* Whirl: *that's what HE did; he considers the LL his home more than anything else* FakeProwl: *has no interest in sharing that with the group.* boomtank: -is just glad his Cybertron never got that bad- ItsyBitsySpyers: *And some should not be so quick to tell him he was wrong to feel that way, as it was a deciding factor in his defection.* Whirl: It's not like Cybertron was every anything other than a rotten pit, anyway. Who cares? Windchill: Earth isn't much better, sometimes. Airachnid: [she's just glad she doesn't have to deal with this, being a truce with the Autobots and all] boomtank: I would Shockbox: (( audio cut out. )) Whirl: Not saying it is. *waves a claw* Shockwave: ((oh no audios out)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((audio died)) boomtank: ((audio went demonic Whirl: ((paused. refresh, lemme know when u see my cursor)) Buzzstrike: (mine's locked again, going to have to quit for tonight - thank you though!) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((seeya!)) Windchill: (( Goodnight! )) boomtank: g'night!)) agoodidstraction: Heyyyy agoodidstraction: Me Shockwave: ((cmon LS ur so close)) Starscream: ((night)) Whirl: ((night!)) Shockwave: ((im still totally behind and without audio)) Shockwave: even after a refresh lol)) Whirl: ((it's paused on my end)) Shockwave: we're not even to the pause yet lmao Shockwave: ))* Shockbox: (( so. good stream. good stream. )) Shockwave: HOW LAGGY IS THIS ITS STILL GOING. INCREDIBLE...)) Whirl: ((GOD ***)) boomtank: eeesh)) FakeProwl: ((mine's still trying to catch up too :,) Whirl: ((WHY TONIGHT, LS. WHY TONIGHT)) Shockwave: ((okay its finally paused, then black)) Whirl: ((CUTTING THE stream entirely. Gonna reboot it)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((okay)) Windchill: (( GOOD LUCK SOLDIER. )) Airachnid: LS is just acting wonky lately)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i got cursor)) Bruin: ((eey cursor)) Shockwave: ((now we get 5 minutes of paused cursor lmao)) Whirl: ((i did a stream on friday AND saturday and it was better behaved than this nonsense >8V)) Whirl: ((WE GOT CURSORS....)) FakeProwl: (cursor!)) Whirl: ((running it again)) Shockbox: (( /clasps hands. )) Airachnid: ye cursor)) Whirl: Anyway, moot point. *waves a claw* I wasn't in charge of those decisions. Just my two cents. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((oh my GOD livestream can you not for FIVE MINUTES)) Whirl: ((is it doing it again)) Shockwave: ((it fixed itself)) Shockwave: ((got a BIT choppy for a min)) Whirl: ((did u watch me pet megatron's lil head)) Shockwave: ((ITS HAPPENING RN)) Windchill: (( Right now, yes. )) Smokescreen: ......... Smokescreen: why does this part Shockwave: (( *rando audience voice* gawrsh dancitrons datanet connection suuuuuuuux )) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((DON'T MAKE HIM SLAP YOU, RANDO)) Shockbox: (( is this a stream or a slideshow, i find myself wondering. )) Whirl: HA. Nice. Smokescreen: sounds why does this entire part exist Whirl: ((sorry, shockwabe)) FakeProwl: ((everything's slowing down because soundwave is using the same line to download Secrets)) Smokescreen: like. this entire episode ItsyBitsySpyers: ((you found him out...)) Shockbox: ((oh shiz that'd explain it. )) Whirl: ((omg soundwabe. Download windchill's instead of mine)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It exists because it happened.]] Windchill: (( WHAT?)) Shockwave: The Autobots made a decision. These are simply the consequences. *to Smokescreen* Airachnid: Exactly. Smokescreen: yeah- but-- does the part that's coming after this need to happen? Windchill: Apparently. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Yes. It did.]] Airachnid: Yes. Smokescreen: or be shown? Whirl: What kind of bullsh1t goodbye was THAT? agoodidstraction: Aww Whirl: *waves his mostly-empty cube at the screen* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[All must be shown.]] Windchill: Don't worry, bub. Shockwave: ((and for a moment i was froze on smokeysaluting while star goes ANNND THHAAAaaTTSss HOw YOU WWWRECKaWRECKKAAAHAHAHHA)) Whirl: (9AND NOW I GET BUFFERING ***)) Windchill: When I say goodbye to you, I'll be sure to do it properly. Whirl: ((OMFG)) Smokescreen: WHEELWHEEL your silver was good! Smokescreen: But- do we need to show THAT part? ... You know which part I mean, right? agoodidstraction: Yeah? Whirl: By making fart noises with your mouth? Shockwave: ((hey its running ok again for pop to EAT ***)) Airachnid: Yes Smokescreen he's going to show it, quit asking. Windchill: Exactly. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it went black and stuttery over here)) Whirl: ((IT'SS OVER)) FakeProwl: ((it's frozen here. :,) no worries, i know what's going on)) Whirl: ((god. DAMMIT)) Airachnid: And Optimus could have just made coordinates, jumped into the bridge, and thrown a gernade. Whirl: ((do you guys want me to replay the end for u)) Shockbox: *mun isn't going to even bother refreshing at this point. shockbox's hand is resting on one of chimera's paws.* Shockwave: ((i gave my lag cooties to everyone else it seems. oop now its buffering. oop now its ok)) Windchill: (( It's still playing for me PFFFT. )) Airachnid: Dramatic much. Smokescreen: ....... Shockwave: ((k but the framing of this scene is real good)) Whirl: Thank you, Windchill. And if you die before I can say goodbye, I'll throw you a proper funeral. Smokescreen: /He's still going to start crying here even if he knows what happens/ Whirl: Big explosions. That's how we do. agoodidstraction: This all happened wayyy differently for me ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave turns to look at Smokescreen* Windchill: Explosions? Airachnid: [is just going to laugh at Smokescreen] Whirl: Yes. Windchill: You're not planning to blow up my corpse, are you? Whirl: Lotss of fire. Blwoing stuff up. Booze. Windchill: I can think of people who might have a problem with that. agoodidstraction: Smokescreen Whirl: *perks up* You want me to? Smokescreen: /Aaand he's going to make a point to look away from Soundwave/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Pings the alternate to see if Smokescreen needs to go outside for a moment.* Whirl: Oh, right. Okay. Junxy gets your corpse, of COURSE. FakeProwl: ((you know what, cro)) Whirl: You don't gotta be present for a proper send-off. Windchill: Well.' ItsyBitsySpyers: ((what)) Shockwave: ((next week: shockwave and dragons, what more could you ask for)) Whirl: ((AT LONG LAST. I GET TO ADMIRE PREDAKING'S FLYING)) Shockbox: (( exactly. )) FakeProwl: ((prowl still hasn't watched the footage of the cybermatter/dark energon explosion on the nemesis)) Windchill: On the other hand, I'm not sure what he'd do with it either. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((nope. he still hasn't.)) FakeProwl: ((in a little bit he's gonna comm soundwave like "YOU /DO/ HAVE A BOMB THAT CAN REBUILD CITIES")) Whirl: I told Soundwave's horrid little helpers they could eat mine. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((LMFAO)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((okiedokie)) Windchill: *This bears some consideration, but he'd rather not think about it. )) Windchill: * ItsyBitsySpyers: //Hey! Who's a horrid lil helper?// *Punch* Smokescreen: ... Wheeljack? Shockbox: *oh man he almost completely forgot about his bowl of energon.* Whirl: *snickers* Whirl: You can eat me, too, mech, if you wanna. Windchill: That's like, so frugal. boomtank: ((GAH Shockwave: *observing these events from a distance on cybertron was certainly... interesting* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Native Smokescreen plops down by alternate Smokescreen. Sup. You holdin up?* boomtank: ((refreshed and sudden sound Shockbox: *but. chimera is on his lap. the bowl is out of reach.* Windchill: Maybe some parts. Wouldn't want to get GREEDY. Shockbox: *clearly he is stuck.* agoodidstraction: You wanna drive after this? Whirl: I was saying that to RUMBLE. Shockwave: *looks over. after a moment of staring, nudges the bowl into reach* Whirl: Not you. FakeProwl: ((oh now it works. after the stream ends.)) Windchill: Too late, I call dibs. Whirl: But I guess if they wana share you can have a leg or something. Smokescreen: ??? /He's probably inching away from his alternate./ I'm fine, I'm fine. Airachnid: rip...)) FakeProwl: ((still. sick jams.)) Bruin: *has finaly pulled the end of his cabling/twizzler snack out of his subspace, also absently petting the birb hat* Shockbox: *he grabs it* Thank you. Shockwave: ((streaming probably taxes the internet connection :P )) Smokescreen: ... A drive might be nice, Wheeljack. Shockwave: You are welcome. Whirl: Too late, I already gave them permission to devour my sorry remains. Windchill: *He shrugs.* Whirl: Wait... I need to send some to Blurr, too. boomtank: ... agoodidstraction: I'll bring cubes for when we're done. Shockbox: *he nods and fuels, careful not to drop anything on chimera.* Whirl: Anyway, there's not likely to be enough of me left when--what the FRAG are we talking about my dead body for!? Windchill: *He's not actually planning on eating anyone in that sense. THAT'S ALL IN THE PAST, OKAY.* Whirl: What kinda weido ARE you? Whirl: *drinks more* Smokescreen: ... But, me- you know how it feels, right? You okay? boomtank: that was the ep where the base goes up in flames right?)) Whirl: ((yes)) Windchill: *Windchill shrugs again.* Whirl: ((sorry if folks missed the end X|)) boomtank: because it cut out on me)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave rises and busies himself over by the DJ booth to find out where the connectivity problems were coming from* boomtank: kaaay)) Shockwave: ((its ok, most people've probs seen it)) boomtank: because Blaster locked up then, at that type of ending)) Whirl: The point is... *pauses*... I forgot what we were talking about before that. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Smokescreen nods.* "Yeah. Watched it over and over. Still hurts! But I know how it went." ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy pops up from behind Blaster's couch to poke him in the side* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HEY, UH. I THINK HE BROKE.\\ boomtank: -startled yelp and flail- Windchill: Probably something stupid. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\FALSE ALARM!\\ Whirl: *SNICKERS* Smokescreen: Thank you, Wheeljack- you don't gotta do that, but thank you. Shockwave: *briefly considers whether the predacons might like to attend once they're in the picture* Whirl: Probably. ItsyBitsySpyers: *THEY BETTER NOT EAT ANY CHAIRS* Whirl: ...*just falls into contented silence, still making that clattering purring noise* Whirl: *he's REALLY chill rn* boomtank: What? Shockwave: *they're likely to be bored by the rest of it, but-- TELL THE MINIS NOT TO GET DARKSTEEL DRUNK THEN* Whirl: ((send *clap emoji* in *clap emoji* the *clap emoji* BABIES *clap emoji*)) boomtank: False alarm on...? Smokescreen: I mean- I know how it goes, but I know how it goes later on, and it's just like- you know how we managed to help later on, but then it's like it doesn't even matter later! We still mess up, and he- Airachnid: [she's still amused by Smokescreen's emotional distress] Shockwave: *did not mean the babies, they are young for Literal War Documentaries and would probably get disruptive mid-stream, but omg the mun is so...* Smokescreen: he still goes out! And it's not like anything can be changed and I miss him and- /Dangit he's making himself more upset,. Whirl: *they should crash the party* Shockbox: (( no babies....not today....) Whirl: ((why can't we, round up all these babies)) Shockbox: (( can we just have a playdate, honestly. )) Shockwave: *babies need a baby night. play rescue bots and let them run around the dance floor)) Shockbox: (( a stream playdate. )) Windchill: (( I need my worm baby HNNNNNGH. )) boomtank: -huffs once things catch up to him- Not broke. Just...remembering a few things I didn't want to Whirl: ((PLEASE TO ALL THIS)) agoodidstraction: Smokey, ventilate Whirl: ((i need to teach my nieve Bad Habits)) Whirl: *wormniece Windchill: (( The worst habits. )) Windchill: ((But no drugs, or there will be. Consequences.)) Windchill: (( She's too young to be experimented on in that fashion, good sir. )) Whirl: ((whirl doesn't do drugs. He stays away from them. WHEN PEOPLE WARN HIM OF WHAT THEY ARE *POINTED LOOK AT WJ*)) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YEAH?\\ Frenzy hops over the couch back and plops down next to Blaster. \\MAYBE YOU 'N SMOKESCRAP OUGHTA GET TALKIN'.\\ Whirl: ((just beep-language. and beep-curses. and screaming)) Windchill: (( Limbs flailing. )) boomtank: Ah...no Shockwave: ((...getaway is probably down to toke. as long as its safe to do so and he's not on a job)) boomtank: No. I mean I don't want to remember that Windchill: (( Baby drool everywhere. )) Whirl: ((omfg)) boomtank: Period. agoodidstraction: ((jkdlsadas)) Whirl: ((getaway IS THAT A WEED)) Shockwave: ((getaway: ur not my dad)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Smokescreen's alternate doesn't really have anything to say that's comforting, so he just sorta. Pats himself on the shoulder awkwardly.* Smokescreen: Oh- oh yeah- I am ventilating! /He's at least trying to focus on that now instead- for as much as he can./ Whirl: ((I'M CALLING THE POLICE *dials a microwave*)) Shockbox: ((i love that vine. )) FakeProwl: ((the police: "tell him to give me a joint.")) Windchill: (( That *** vine )) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\OH. ...Y'NEED A DRINK INSTEAD OR SOMETHIN'?\\ Shockwave: ((getaway: SEE MY REAL DADS COOL)) Whirl: ((B) )) boomtank: Only if you want to scrape me off the floor. Smokescreen: Wheeljack- you don't happen to have any silver on you, do you? ItsyBitsySpyers: \\EH, WOULDN'T BE THE FIRST MECH. BRIDGE YA TO NEW PRAXUS. THEY'LL LET YA SNOOZE IT OFF THERE.\\ Shockwave: ((what if the preds come and are very good customers. i cant decide if theyd put it on shockys tab or if they'd bring Interesting Stuff They Found In The Underground...)) Shockwave: ((like crystals. or a critter for ravage to eat)) boomtank: Heh. Tempting...but I have a meeeting with my timeline's Soundwave tomorrow. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy doesn't really care HOW Blaster feels, but he knows the Boss isn't going to want to get stuck comforting a bunch of Autobots all night either* boomtank: -He doesn't mind. He's just going to throw himself into his paperwork later- ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy shrugs.* \\SUIT YASELF.\\ Whirl: *streetches* Y'know. I'm in a good mood, mech. boomtank: Thanks anyways Whirl: I wanna go do sometthing after this. Like fly, or something. *tilts his head* Practice my bridges. Shockbox: *has finished his bowl by this point. he's leaning back.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy bounces off upstairs before Soundwave can stick him with cleaning duty. Rumble curses and starts picking up.* Windchill: *Streeeeetches, sorry Whirl.* Whirl: *swivels his helm around as he sees Rumble get up,a nd then turns it again to bon at Airachnid* Seeya later, mech. Whirl: Hey! Nimrod. *nods at Windchill and withdraws his feet* Come and help me. Airachnid: [waves at Whirl] See you later. Shockwave: *quietly stands and goes to discuss the next shipment of Buzzsaw's payment with Soundwave before he leaves* Shockbox: *sadly, it appears he won't be able to discreetly run off to shove energon into his subspace.* Whirl: *and he will set his cube aside, hop to his feet, and help Rumble clean* FakeProwl: *nothing else to stay for, and it appears no conversation will be happening tonight* Airachnid: [she should get up too, she walks out, still smoking a cyg] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Oh, Shockbox is perfectly welcome to do that.* FakeProwl: *a farewell ping, and flickers out.* Smokescreen: /Also now that he's tearing up a little less he's going to go and glare at Airachnid/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave pings Prowl farewell* Windchill: *Windchill thinks about helping, but makes no promises and continues to sit on his butt instead.* Airachnid: [she's still laughing at him by the way] Shockwave: ((thats a lotta laffs. do ur sides hurt, spide)) boomtank: -time for him to go home too- Thanks, and good night. Shockbox: *alright, he's just gonna. scoot away from chimera without waking the bot up.* Smokescreen: ... /He's trying to avoid attempting to fight- that's just a bad idea in general! trying to spit at doesn't count as fighting though right/ ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Goodnight, those of you leaving.]] Lifts his helm and looks at Shockwave. He's got to keep working on this but he'll be able to hold a conversation at the same time. Shockbox: *he has arrived at the snack table.* agoodidstraction: Smokescreen, c'mon Whirl: *unless somewhat shepherds him out anytime soon he's gonna just kinda. clean. chill out. He's high af and happy to be in any old place rn* agoodidstraction: Let's drive Bruin: *oh, right time to go, one more scritch for lazerbeak and he's pulling out his walking stick and heading in the last known direction of the door* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Laserbeak will fly him there* ItsyBitsySpyers: *....As a guide. Not. By picking him up* Smokescreen: !! /That sounds like a good plan to him! He's going to follow Wheeljack out, then./ Whirl: ((laserbeak carries her prey into the night)) Windchill: (( HELP. )) agoodidstraction: Night fraggers Shockbox: *he is about to take one bowl and shove it in without asking, but thinks better of it.* Windchill: All right, you guys... I'm gonna go. It's time to feed. Whirl: *bobs his head in farewell* Whirl: Later, loser. Bruin: *tiny birb might be able to lift a single servo* Windchill: *If he doesn't eat soon, he will evolve into his hangry form.* Bruin: *but otherwise he is far to logr and dense* Windchill: *It is not beautiful.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble appreciates the cleaning help. He can move the booths back by himself but this goes faster.* Windchill: Bye, suckers. *He waves, and departs.* Shockwave: *stands close to the booth, but politely attempts not to be disruptive to the work* The next installment of Buzzsaw's payment is ready. Several of the items are... unwieldy to transport. *mun-- Shockwave: --imagines that at least a few of the items are somewhat ridiculous in addition to being abstract or macabre* Whirl: *he will happily take direction. This was the secret of securing obedience in whirl all along: cyber weed* ItsyBitsySpyers: *DO NOT TAKE THE BOWLS. Just the treats.* Shockbox: @Soundwave: What are my limits in terms of indulging in snacks? ItsyBitsySpyers: @Shockbox: [[Half of what remains, if you can fit it. The same restrictions apply as last time.]] Whirl: ((WHOOPS CUT OFF ME GLITCH MOB... the song was nearly done anyway)) ItsyBitsySpyers: @Shockwave: [[Will he need to bring a freight cart?]] Shockbox: @Soundwave: *A pause, then a ping of thanks. Considers soundwave an excellent host, even if the stream was being troublesome.* Shockbox: *is shoving exactly half of the snacks into his subspace now.* Shockwave: *briefly considers* That may be helpful. Darksteel is, of course, available to assist in operating it. Shockwave: ((DOWN TO THE GRAM, EXACTLY 50%)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((later soundwave finds a treat split into a portion, lifts it up like "the hell happened here")) Whirl: ((he painstakingly dissects one treat in half)) Shockbox: ((he would not be the type to be imprecise about this. )) Shockwave: ((next time soundy specifies that leaves treats looking like they boomtank: ((nope that would be illogical Shockwave: re half-eaten makes no one but Laserbeak want to eat them)) Shockwave: ((thx enter key)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((laserbeak doesn't see a problem)) Whirl: ((whirl couldn't have them either way)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Good. Buzzsaw appreciates helpful students.]] Whirl: ((not unless the half-eaten quality means they're liquid)) Whirl: *looks pu briefly from his cleaning and tilts his helm at Soundwave* So, this is... your THING now. The club. For real, right? This how you make your day-to-day. *it only seems to have NOW dawned on h Whirl: im, fully* Shockbox: *he takes his leave.* Shockbox: (( 's hella late. g'night. )) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((night!)) Whirl: ((night!)) boomtank: night!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave glances up at Whirl, then kneels down to deal with the guilty wire.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[One of his things. Most of what it makes is sent to the settlements.]] Shockwave: *nods slightly, waits for Whirl to be answered* ...At what time should this delivery be arranged? Whirl: Huh. *what he thinks of the matter, further, only he knows* Whirl: *assume he'll stick around to help until Rumble no longer needs them, and then will go home* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Shall do.* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((night snif! i think?)) Whirl: ((after this song I'll be shutting the stream down on my end o7)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave pulls a schedule up on his visor and skims through it.* [[Late this week or early next.]] Whirl: ((but feel free to snag whirl if u wanna chat at him about something)) boomtank: ((annnd g'night. Thanks for the stream! ItsyBitsySpyers: ((night boom mun!)) Shockwave: ((thats fine, shocky can leave right after this lol)) Whirl: ((night!)) Shockwave: ((*NOT USED TO BEING THE LAST ONES TALKING*)) Whirl: ((feel free to keep using the chat, by all means!)) Shockwave: Very well. *pings him one of the 'late this week' time slots marked as available, then steps back* Until then. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave nods at his ally* [[Until then.]] *Don't look now, but there's an affectionate tag on it.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *...Soundwave pings Whirl.* Shockwave: *pauses just long enough to make it evident that he's disobeyed and noticed the tag, then bows shallowly and departs* Whirl: *looks up and bobs his helm again* Yep? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You are not fit to travel by bridge. Would you prefer to remain here for the evening?]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Tucks the repaired wire back into its panel and closes it up. That should solve the video problems.* Whirl: What? Pfft. Of COURSE I can bridge. *draws himself up* I've gotten pretty good, as a matter of FACT. Whirl: ...but yeah, sure, whatever. *nudges Rumble* Hear that? Sleepin over, mech. Shockwave: ((quietly chants 'sleepover' in the bg)) Shockwave: ((make a pillow fort)) Shockwave: ((paint whirls clawtips)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble hoots and yells at Frenzy to get his aft back downstairs* Whirl: ((rumble, frenzy, zori, and chimera, and laserbeak all pile on)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Good. You are restricted to the first floor. Rumble will serve energon if you need it.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Enjoy yourselves.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave heads upstairs to get some work done in place of his now sleepovering deployers* Whirl: *flips Soundwave a jaunty salute; he does not see anything weird about this* Whirl: ((and thus he sleps over \o/ CATCHA YA ON SKYPE))

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